Chapter 35. Rest

BARRY

What the hell's the matter with me? What did I say? With half a bottle of scotch and two glasses of wine, I want to die... I'm a fucking idiot. My thoughts are vomit, I can't think straight.

"Shut up Pinky," I shout when I hear him bark for the umpteenth time, "For God's sake," I leave my office in a rage, everything is beyond me, everything bothers me.

The effect of the alcohol automatically wears off as soon as I see Kelly lying at the top of the stairs, her hair covering her face, but I can still notice the blood pouring from her forehead and her breathing too slow. Panic overcomes me, I run to her side and kneel down and then grab her wrist, her pulse is almost nil... Fuck...

"Martha," I shout nervously, I don't know what the hell to do, I always ruin myself when I'm in these situations, "Titaaa!

"What's wrong son," she looks at me in surprise and then looks at Kelly, I notice how her face impales, and she ru