Deangelo.

I had been drinking a lot this night. I stumbled through the dark hallway, still feeling the effects of the wine I had been drinking with father earlier. I stumbled towards Mia's room, my steps unsteady and my mind hazy. I knocked on her door, calling out to her, but she refused to let me in. Her voice was muffled, but I could hear the anger and hurt in it. I knew that I had to find a way to talk to her, to make her understand.

Mia's voice cut through the air, harsh and angry. "Go away!" she yelled from inside.

Undeterred, I refused to give up. I...