CHAPTER 27 – RICHARD

The rage that's jabbing at every inch of my nerves is rather monstrous. And if whoever just spilled his drink on me doesn't have a fucking valid reason, I just might snap his neck. I don't care. I've had enough frustrating moments to last the night. I don't need to endure this bullshit.

"Are you fucking blind or what?!"

"I'm so sorry…I'm sorry, I didn't·" the voice stops talking.

My rage drops a notch as I see who the words are from. It's a ...