"where were you, dammit?" his breath trapping me in a layer of irrational fog.
like he'd been smoking.
the alcohol on his breath as a sign
of him chugging whiskey
straight
from
the bottle.
"you've been with that kid again? i swear to god, i'll shoot your little boyfriend and won't think twice about it."
the gleaming metal held in his bitter,
bleeding,
clenched hands.
"i'll kill him."