Bab 106: Chapter 106 : Shadows of the Past

George

At this point, I am already completely drunk. Allen was right earlier—I always drink this much when it has something to do with Ella. I can barely stand upright as I stumble out of the bar, the haze of alcohol warping the world around me. My mind keeps circling back to Ella, no matter how hard I try to shake her from my thoughts.

Allen is waiting outside with his car to take me home. But when I step outside, the early morning sun nearly blinds me. I squint, raising my arm to shield my eyes from the harsh light, my vision swimming in the glare. It's too damn bright for how much I've drunk.

I barely register the silhouette approaching me, a dark figure moving through the golden light. The sun blocks his face, making it impossible to see who it is. I squint harder, forcing my sluggish brain to connect the dots.

"Allen?" I slur, confused. "Where's the car?"

But it isn't Allen.

Before I can react, Elijah's fist connects with the side of my face.