Chapter 13 Deal With Doom

• ANNABELLE'S pov 💔
• I thought I could pour my anger and frustrations on a bottle of dry-gin, whiskey or any other form of alcohol. But the more I consumed those stinging liquids, the more I hated myself.
• I knew I was close to self destruction when I went to the club and had eight rounds of sèx with two different men. As I woke up this morning and found myself in a strange bed, I knew that I wasn't at my house.