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My eyes look up to find her watching me There’s shame in her eyes Did I always drink this much? Maybe not But she’s one of the reasons I do now

I raise o wide before I take another drink

“Echo, we do need to talk”

I shake my head I don’t want to talk Fuck that! All they ever say to me when I’m here is shit like… ‘Echo, you drink too much,’ ‘Echo, can’t you see reason,’ ‘Echo, it was bound to happen’ For fuck’s sake that shit makestheir glasses to me

Fuck them

Fuck them all

“Echo” This time she says my name, it falls away from her lips like honey, and I think back to how she used to scream my name when I fucked her in every room and the way she would cry for more

Does she cry at him for more? I doubt it

Shaking hts froo silent, “Last tiainst the ith my cock buried deep inside you”

My brother Mike stands abruptly fros as he does I sry His coht and narrow as they think he is Looking up at him he stops, shakes his head, blinks a few times then sits back down I watch as her noide eyes turn to him, and she rests her hand on his shoulder to calm him down

Perfect Happy Fucking couple

Assholes

Even if I still love her, I can see her for what she is, an asshole

His jaw clenches hard, and my mother’s hand touches his shoulder to reassure hihing at the absurdity of the situation because if you think about it long enough, it is quite ridiculous Whose fucking life does this kind of shit happen to? It must only be in thecrazy