Eliana

I walked into Rachel's living room to find her seated on the carpet, a bottle of her father's beer in her hand. Instead of chastising her for raiding her father's minibar, I snatched the bottle away and drowned the liquid in several gulps. I only returned it to her when she protested while I plopped down beside her.

"Men are a scam," she spoke, raising the bottle in the air.

"Tell me about it," I chimed in, my voice cracking. The previous buzz in my body had dissipated, replaced by a cold feeling, even though my chest felt like it was being nailed.

"He left with a girl; he...