Drunken Mess

“I thought you realised the rule, Alena? Why would you do that? Do you really not care about our relationship?” His words confuse me, all this because of how much I drank.

“I didn’t realise how much I was drinking. I was sitting waiting for you, worried about you. This is partly your fault as well for ignoring the god-damn phone.” I am shouting, and it isn’t the best idea. It makes me feel even sicker.

I try to take deep breaths to calm down, hoping the sick feeling will leave me.

“I don’t give a shit about you drinking right now. I mean you and Marcus. You were really going to cheat on me? If you want to go down the route of sleeping with other men, fine, but don’t think I will still be here.”

What the hell has Marcus said? Why would he even say this? The realisation hits me, I had lied to Jackson. Marcus knew I didn’t want him to know about Jake, so what else could he have said happened? As much as I didn’t want Jackson to know, I can’t let him think that, and I certainly don’t