“What the fuck are you still doing here?” I swallow down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Charlie.” Everything is building up inside me. “No, fuck you!” he roars, and I can smell the alcohol rolling off him. “You ruined my life.” I shake my head. “Your life is ruined?” I ask him and laugh bitterly. “Your life is fucking ruined? I lost everything that night. Everything,” I hiss at him.
