Danzel
"Fuck!"
I cursed loudly and threw the lamp on the wall, shattering it into pieces.
I drank the remaining bourbon from the glass and crushed it in my hands, and watched the blood dripping from my hand. The pain multiplied the anger I felt boiling up my senses.
She is right, I am a monster. How could I do that thing? How did my own bloody hands hurt my Angelina?
"Fuck! Fuck, I am a monster, fucking heartless beast." I repeated her words aloud.
I had never hurt any women in my life, never laid hands on any of them but still I hurt the only one who was close to me, who mattered to me.
I sat on the couch holding my head in my bleeding hand. As soon as I closed my eyes, her face flashed through my mind, recollecting everything that happened today.
