He looks taken aback, as he should.“Doll, maybe you really shouldn’t have any more of that stuff.Probably give it a rest.”
“Like I said. Fuck off.”
Ignoring him, I grab a bottle of wine from the cabinet, something that looks more expensive than what Jacques showed off.The name is fancy, something I can’t pronounce right now even if I tried because I can’t really see it, or concentrate.
I don’t spare Cory a second glance when I strut past him and head out to the terrace.I’m pretty sure he’ll send whatever reports he wants to Dominic.I don’t care though.
I take the seat on the balcony and gaze down to the pool so far below me.Popping the wine open, I just drink straight from the bottle again, trying to drown out all the memories.
They’re there in the back of my mind.I drink and I can’t stop them from coming for me.No more than I could stop that bastard, Uncle Lucas.
I’m helpless and a slave to the past.
I guess people are right when they say the mind is a powerful thing.That mindless mellow the drink gave me from earlier fades away and what I see are the things I was trying to escape.
My parents' deaths, and my abuse.
I look down at the pool and wonder what it would feel like to jump from all the way up here.