Kapitel 47: You are My Mess

Ember's POV

I stumbled through the front door, slamming it shut behind me. The weight of the day pressed down on me so hard it felt like I could barely breathe. Kicking off my heels with more force than necessary, I sent one flying into the corner of the room. I wasn't in the mood to care. The dim glow from the streetlight outside gave me enough light to navigate through the living room. I didn't need to turn on any lights. What I needed was something to drown out the frustration burning in my chest.

The bar cart in the corner caught my eye, and I immediately headed for it. I reached for the half-full bottle of whiskey, my hand gripping it tight. I didn't bother with a glass, unscrewing the cap and taking a long swig straight from the bottle. The heat of the alcohol hit my throat, then my chest, but it didn't do much to numb the ache.