10

J A D E

I haven’t seen or spoken to Markov in a week, he has been avoiding me, and I have been locked in the bedroom since that night.

A few nights ago, I was walking around the house, and I saw Markov. He was sitting at the dining table, staring at the wall.

I was about to say something, but he raised his hand and pointed at the stairs, signaling me to leave.

I could sense his anger, and I didn't want to push him. I didn’t understand why he was angry at me for what happened that night. Or was he angry at himself for letting me see that side of him?

I came down the stairs to have a glass of milk as I couldn’t sleep. It was currently 12 in the midnight and I was shocked to find Markov sitting on the kitchen counter, downing a whole bottle of alcohol down his throat.

I cleared my throat, making my presence known. He didn't look up or acknowledge me, he simply kept on drinking.

"Markov, we need to talk," I said, in a stern voice.

"There is nothing to talk about. Go back to bed," He repli