CHARLES'S POV
I sat down in a bar as I took one more shot of tequila and I paid the bartender who was looking at me weirdly but I just frowned. I stood up and walked towards the door when a blind-haired woman appeared from nowhere and I assumed she was a sex worker with the way she flirted but I just told her that I wasn't interested and I opened the door before walking out.
Maine was a place filled with just scraps on the neck, no offence to anyone but I've searched everywhere but I can't find her and I thought a couple of drinks will just at least make me feel normal but it's not the case rather I feel like throwing up.
I need to go back home because my men will still be on the search. I felt like ripping myself in the two but I knew I could do that not because I can do it but won't but because I knew I had a responsibility and that responsibility I can't find.
