CHAPTER 66

Varya's POV

At one point it seemed as if the weight was on my neck, desperate to tighten its noose around my neck. I had to escape the turmoil that was slowly creeping into my life even if it was for a few days.

—a little beer to lift my spirit, and maybe a visit to my mother tomorrow. I needed a familiar face, a reminder of why I was enduring this mess. Seeing my mother happy was the reason I pushed through.

I opened the mini fridge in my room and took out a few cans of beer, gulping down the first can. The coldness seemed to freeze my throat, numbing the turmoil boiling up within me.

When I turned to look at the floor where I sat, I saw four empty cans of beer. One final can remained, clutched in my hand as the music from my headphones lulled me into a hazy, half-conscious state.

Kylo's POV

I had been knocking on Varya's door for the past 25 minutes, but she hadn't answered. She never wasted time responding to her room door. It made me uncomfortable and wondering what the hell was g