Marked by Betrayal

I shake my head and force myself to breathe before answering. Anger burns my throat, but I am not going to keep feeding it. I turn around and begin walking toward the bathroom, trying to put as much distance between us as possible.

“You are not this. I asked you to leave. I am going to pretend you did not just insult me because you clearly are not in your right mind. You are drunk.”

The laugh I he