Tate woke up with a loud thumping sound ringing in his head and the bright light shining through the curtains did not help, rather n made things worse.
Just as he was about to get up and shut the curtains, he realized that he was in his bed when clearly last he was at the bar. He could not remember how many shots of vodka he had but it made him feel better.
His father had been dead for twelve years but each year it felt like it had just happened and the nightmare could not stop. He sat in his bed wondering how he got home and how Viola must be feeling.
He tried lifting his head once more only to let out a yelping sounds because of the pain that was coursing through his body. He finally gave up and admitted that that was his punishment for drinking more than he should have.
He turned hi
