C100 Chapter One hundred

Sinclair point

Seated on the couch as the demons chanted in my head, my thumb numb from all the twirling around, as my hands held the glass crushing it hard in its embrace, my eyes blurry from my restrained tears same as my sore throat that had gotten used to the burning sensation of liquor.

“ Sinclair” martins whispered, or maybes yelled, his facial reaction showed otherwise