JUNE

“I hate you!” I murmured under my breath, pissed at him for not listening to my plea to let me drink to my fill. “You are just like Kristen. You won't let me drink, and when I try to drink with others, you get pissed.” I pouted, folding my arms like a spoiled brat.

My head hurts, but not as much as it did minutes ago.

“It's for your good, June. I can't believe you took a drink from a stranger after all my warnings, damn it!” He started the car, and drove ...