LILIBETH
Finding myself at the bottom of a bottle was nothing new for me lately. I had found myself at the seediest looking bar I could find. The Dungeon was dark, it was a hole in the wall, and it was exactly somewhere I could go to drink my problems away. I hadn't heard from Kendryck and Ryliee had been basically missing in action since she dropped me off at my dad’s a few weeks ago. It has officially been two months since the accident. It is November now, and the air is turning brisker. Not quite cold, but 62 degrees Fahrenheit wasn't exactly warm either.
I had been favoring my ripped black jeans, navy blue t-shirt and a black hooded sweater every time I went to one of these places. You didn't want to stick out, no, you needed to blend in. The Dungeon was supposed to be the underbelly
