93.

I bruised my soul.

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After all night of being shitfaced because of the heavy balls of guilt, Alex thought it wise to see Cheska himself.

Fuck, it'd be better if she literally sue him, so he'd live in prison until the guilt wear down. As a result of that abrupt decision, Alex woke up and even with that powerful hangover, he waddled to his bathroom and took a shower, quickly.

After his abrupt preparation, he drove to Mike’s place. Ringing the bell, Alex waited until Mike’s fiancee answered the door.

Surprised, she puckered up and don a smile on her face. “Alex, welcome. C’mon in.” She said, pushing the door further open.

Down the hallway, Mike stood like a statue, wondering why Alex suddenly came over to his place.

Alex walked over and stood before Mike…swiping his fingers over the bridge of his nose, he let out. “Where can I find her?”

Mike stared at Alex, knowing exactly who Alex was referring to. With a long sigh, he said. “Arizona. We met in the plane an