Chapter 89

Mr Gordon clutches tight at his head, running down the stairs like he's being spurred by hunting hounds. “Ahh,” he groans, pulling at his hair as a wave of neuralgia hit him. His head hurts badly and he needs something to make him stop reckoning about her.

He sights Archie ascending the stairs, nodding his head to the song he's playing with his headphone. Mr Gordon shove him out of his way without caring to take a look if he had hurt the boy. He groans in pain as he makes his way down the stairs.

He heads straight to the bar and plunges onto the stools, his eyes search the collection of drinks and randomly grabs a bottle of intoxicating liquor he didn't bother to check the brand. He flicks the lid open and moves the bottle to his lips, gulping the liquor mindlessly without hanging back to catch his breath.

He abruptly stops drinking from the bottle and moves the liquor away from his mouth; gasping for breath; he hasn't noticed how much breath he had held in until he moves the bottle