Chapter 47

Adair’s Point of View

I don’t slow down. Even though Nick and Ms. Carter yell my name I continue to walk as fast as my legs can take me. I need to be alone right now.

“Mr. Adair dinner is-” The chef begins.

“-No.” I say cutting him off. I can’t even think of eating right now without feeling like I have to throw up.

Making it into my bedroom, I lock the door despite Nick yelling for me to open it.

“Go away!” I roar and he continues to knock.

Pain accentuates inside of me as Anna’s words reply in my head.

Forgot who I was. Her death.  

Those countless nights of drinking at bars until they would have to escort me out because I was so drunk and unable to walk by myself. I didn’t want to care who I was. I wanted to forget myself, because forgetting was the easiest thing I could do. Numbing myself allowed me to forget the pain and guilt t