Zique rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed, totally ignoring the nails hammering in his head, he had drunk a ton last night, more than just five bottles. He had drank until his stress turn into pain and his pain into anger. He was also aware of the stupidness he did right after too. He could’ve been killed if it weren’t for Gabe.

Somehow that man has always been the one to stop him from doing sh*t he shouldn’t and yet he was too stubborn to listen to him at times when he should.

Walking out of