Dante's POV

I was in my room. It was a mess. The furniture was turned upside down and the bedding was all over the floor.

I sat in the corner of the room. I was a miserable mess. A bottle of wine was a few inches from my foot.

In my hands, I had another bottle, half drunk.

I took another swing and the liquid filled my mouth again and filled my stomach with a comforting warmth as it went down my throat.

My phone was beside me and its screen was bright. Erica's number was the only thing glaring at me. I had called her ever since the incident...