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Emily sighed and continued working. She tried calling him when the sun went down but just went to his office, pissed off after reading the note |
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Caden stayed passed out, grip slowly loosening on the bottle. |
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Caden still didn't wake, completely out of it. |
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"Mother fucker" She muttered, taking the bottle with her as she went home and to bed. She texted him one last time before sleeping. I'm home. Have a nice fucking hangover. |
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Caden awoke the next morning, seeing the text and dragging a hand down his face. "Damn, she isn't even pissed, she's fuckin' worse." He muttered, halfway scared to drive home to see her reaction as he took his time driving back, sitting in his car for a moment in the garage before walking inside, cringing slightly. |
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She had skinny jeans and a tank top on as she saw him, her pissed rbf getting worse. "How's the whiskey treating ya?" She snapped, storming to the kitchen |
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"Fine," He muttered, avoiding looking her in the eyes as he dumped his meds out into his palm, taking them dry as he grabbed a water from the fridge. |
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"Mm" She noted, going back to the garage silently |
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-Am I still drunk, or is she just in a good mood today? All it was an 'mm' and nothing else, sweet!- He thought in his head, grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl and taking a bite of it. |
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