Page 134 of Drown My Sorrow

I know we’re thinking we might stay in the city, but if I’m honest, it’s not me anymore.

I hate it here already.

Chapter thirty-two

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Nat is weird. She’s brash and almost violent in everything she does, she’s the most honest person I’ve ever met.

The first thing she said to me was ‘you look like shit’.

It’s been a week of me tiptoeing around her, unsure of what to do or say.

Those alphas left me here. They’ve come back every day since, but they left me here with Nat because I would feel safer.

I’m not sure that it’s true.

Nat is scary.

There’s a knock on the door, and I get up and open it, gasping as a man barges in, pushing past me. I limp after him, telling him to stop, but he ignores me.

He’s got long blond hair and a tan. He’s clearly at least ten or so years older than me, but I have no idea what to do.

“Get out, Hank.”

I let out a breath of relief when I hear Nat.

“You can’t do this to me!”

“Do what? You’re married. I don’t shit where I eat, idiot. So, fuck off.”

“We’re in love!” the guy wails.

I take a step back because I clearly don’t want to be involved in their love drama.

The guy lunges towards Nat and throws her up against the wall. I pause, turning back to keep an eye on it. Is she okay?

“I love you.”

“No, you don’t. You just love getting your dick wet,” Nat snaps. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“No, we need to be together!”

“For what?”

“For us, for love, for our children!”

“My man, I would not keep a child I made with you.”

His face goes slack with offense before he shoves her harder. Nat’s face does this thing, this twinge thing that I recognise.

Fear.

She’s afraid.

I slip out of the room and go to the kitchen as quickly as I can. A minute later, I’m approaching on silent feet. I hoist the frying pan high.

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