ALEX IS MINE

He poured the drink in the glass recklessly as he wiped his lips. Several bottles of alcoholic drinks could be seen, scattered on the table before him. Slow music could also be heard playing in the background as people walked slowly around the club.

As the club lights reflected on his face, tears could be seen dripping down his cheek as he sat at one end of the club, drinking himself to stupor.

How could he? How could his father let Alex go? He thought. Yes, all he ever wanted was to be free from her, but right now, it all felt too sudden and it was a big bone in his chest which he was finding so hard to digest.

Was he going to let her leave this way? He thought as he rubbed his palm over his head in frustration.

“Alex is married to me, not my father. Alex is mine and no one can take her away from me!” He voiced confidently as he dropped the glass violently on the table and stormed out of the club.

The heavy rain could be seen lashing against the Porsche as it stopped in front