CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-SIX : DRINK

Ethan’s lips twisted darkly, but he said nothing.

His eyes stared at me, bleeding with nothing but anger.

“We’ll never come back from this, just know that, Leah,” he hissed softly.

I stood still, watching as he slipped into his car.

Reversing his wheels, he sped off into the darkness leaving a trail of dust behind.

And leaving me, standing at the center of a dark parking lot in the middle of the night, with nothing hiding my nakedness but a hotel blanket.

I had no idea how long I stood there.

It could have been more hours than I had imagined, but I barely cared.

My legs should have been hurting but still, I felt numb and could not feel anything.

The cool air blew against my skin.

My red hair scattered in disarray, and I could barely bring myself to care.

What was the use either way?

My entire life was ruined painfully.

I had nowhere to go.

A sleek black car drove to where I stood silently and calmly.

But I barely noticed it:

Not when he let out a blaring horn.

Or when he parked before