Jake walked in that night feeling like such a fool. He couldn't even walk upright. His shoulders fell and his legs dragged. But he made it home at last.
Home? Was that place worthy of being called a home?
He shook his head and decided not to think too much about it. Even though he had been drunk at the bar he went to after seeing Emily, his mission was to head back home for more alcohol. Alone in his bedroom with no disturbance at all.
Verona was waiting by the entrance for him. He frowned at her, his heart remembering all the hatred he had for her from the very beginning. She was mean and rude and could speak anyhow with anyone. All because she was a brat? Or because her mother was a little bit influential.
It annoyed him even more.
"Jake, oh my goodness, I have been searching everywhere for you. Listen, we need to talk." She said and was now pouting, Jake noticed.
