Chapter 32 Then There Was Two

It's is eleven in the morning, three bottles down, and I am still going. I am well on my way down a road of self-destruction, self-pity, a lot of feeling sorry for myself, playing the victim. One word sums me up perfectly, both physically and mentally, fucked And do I learn my lesson? No! "Hey, gorgeous." "Luke! Are you having a drink with me?" "Yes." I watch him and I can see the hurt still in his eyes. "Luke." "Yes?" "I am sorry I threw you out. I was just pissed off at the both of you." "Forget about it, just as long as you are okay." "Not really, but the wine is working. Best you catch up; it's no fun being drunk by yourself." I hand Luke the bottle of wine, and he pours a glass for himself, then he turns to me, "Jenna." "Yes?" "Tyler was wrong when he said I have no feelings for yo