My uncle, My mate
Debby15returning to my rejected materejected by my matebroken by my mateyou messed with the wrong lady my mate
Was it just about the rejection or the fact that she felt something was going on between Ronald and I?
As I sat there, lost in thought, the sound of the door creaking open broke the spell. I turned to see my said uncle, Ronald, stumble into the kitchen. His eyes were glassy, his hair disheveled, and his smile lopsided. He was drunk, and I could tell it was going to be one of those nights I never thought I'd see. His cheeks were a painted shade of red that made him look funny, yet cute.
I didn't say a word, hoping he'd just grab a glass of water and stumble off to bed. But Ronald had other plans. He ambled over to the counter, his eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity.