The repulsing stench of booze hit my nostrils as I walked into the house. It was dark, with just a little gleam from the moonlight illuminating the hallway and a bit of the living room.

From where I stood, I could see Trent sprawled on the couch with empty bottles littered on the table.

His eyes were heavy, drowsy, and squinted. His cold, inebriated gaze sent shudders down my spine. But I clouded it with an expressionless stare, before looking away and heading to my bedroom.

I took off my ...