I needed a bloody drink.
After I got off the phone, I forced my feet to take me to the kitchen and grab a glass of water. The power was yet to be back. If the rain persisted, lightning and thunder would disturb the silence outside.
I remember being scared of thunder long ago. It happed right after the incident when my parents died. Somehow, I associated the sound of thunder with the scene before our car crashed into the front of a large vehicle.
It was an accident.
Or so they wanted me to believe.
However, there was something I remembered seeing before consciousness left me that night. I tightened my grip around the glass I was holding.
Closing my eyes to ease the tension in my hands, I took a deep breath before exhaling it into a sigh. I did it three times.
My nerves calmed along with the sudden anger that bubbled inside me.
