DANIEL

Livid with the turnout of events, I decided to step out for a moment to clear my head. After locking Rose up, giving her the instruction not to leave, I headed to the bar.

Bottles after bottles littered the table, still yet, I wasn't sober. I wanted to forget my worries as soon as possible but they kept staring at me in the face and making a mockery of me.

“Why will she do that?” I muttered, my mind centered on the possibility of Rose getting rid of the child. Shaking my head sideways, I balled my fists and then sent them into the table.

“She wouldn't do that.”...