Chapter 15 A Husband's Duty

Emery's POV

I feel empty, sad, angry and everything negative. I want to hurt someone. I want to throw anything that my hand could grab. I want to shout. I want to scream.

"Fcker!" I whispered under my breath and laughed.

"Ma'am, someone's calling you."

I lifted my face and found a man standing in front of me. His face was blurry.

"Ma'am, your phone has been ringing for almost 10 minutes."

I gritted my teeth. "Give me more liquor."

"Ma'am, you're already drunk."

I glared at him. "What is it to you? Do you care for me, huh? Why do you care? Are you my family? My father doesn't even care for me. Why do you care?"

"Ma'am, I will answer your phone for you so you can go home."

I looked down as I heard the word home. I don't have a home! My family's gone so I don't have something I can call my home. Dad doesn't care about me anymore. He chose his pretentious woman and douchebag of a stepson.

"...yes, sir."

My forehead creased as I looked at the bartender in front of me. I snatched my bag whe