Chapter 13. That Night

Author’s POV

“Jake, you simply cannot take a day off. This is the final sketch before the last day of shoot. You need to come for practice.” Rosa was short of yelling on the other side as Jake hung up.

He had locked himself up in his apartment and refused to go to work.

He was still standing in front of the mirror in the washroom. The water that he had splashed on his face for the hundredth of time, took its sweet time dripping down his neck.

He looked at broad shoulders. The scratch marks from Rosa’s nails, still looked fresh and prominent.

His eyes looked red as they kept glaring at his own face.

He tried to focus on what he was doing.

But the images from that night were still vague.

How much alcohol could make him loose his rationale? He thought his alcohol tolerance was good. He couldn’t even remember drinking past that one glass.

He immediately picked up his phone and called Rosa back.

“Hello Jake! So you finall