Page 118 of Kane's Awakening
With my vision blurring with tears, I had to pull over on the side of the road.
“Rye, I didn’t—”
He hung up.
“Fuck!” I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and punched the steering wheel. And then punched it again.
I’d lost the best thing I’d ever had.
The urge to drink slammed into me. Hard. The pain of a broken heart was intense, and I just wanted to numb it for a while.
After my shift, I stopped by the liquor store on my way home, buying a bottle of Jack Danielsand a pack of beer. Once in my house, I flopped down on the couch and started drinking, not giving a shit about anything.
Molly padded over and jumped up beside me, and I pet her back as I took more swigs straight from the bottle. She whined a little, and I hated being so messed-up and more than likely worrying her, but I couldn’t stop myself.
The more Ryker’s face came into my mind, the more I drank.
I had broken all my fucking rules for him, trusted him, and let myself fall down that damn rabbit hole called love—one I couldn’t climb out of. He was worth the risk, though, and I had opened up to him like I never had to anyone.
And look where that got me.
One more swig turned to a bigger gulp, and I winced as the liquid burned my throat on the way down.
A tingling spread throughout my body as the alcohol took effect, and I closed my eyes and let it take me.
