Mathew.

Yes, I was angry and mad as hell.

My blood boiling from that jealousy fire, and so fucking drunk off my ass from all those bottles downstairs.

The room spinning a bit-but she all of a sudden pushed me away hard with both hands on my chest.

Her eyes flashing fire, and yelled at me loud enough to echo off the walls.

"Stop now, Mathew! I hate you for what you have done-you didn't trust me at all, made me feel so worried and scared out of my mind searching for you! I will never ...