I found the perfect picture for Beauty Found! In celebration, here is a snippet of one of my favorite scenes so far.
“You bought four bottles of whiskey? Tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“Were you trying to kill yourself?” she asked.
He shrugged.
She looked at him and snapped. Walking around the couch, she made her way into the kitchen as she opened the bottle. She never dreamed she’d be performing this act again. Especially with Vincent. It’d been years since she’d made this walk with a bottle of alcohol.
“What’re you doing?” he asked from behind her.
She shook her head as she walked over to the sink and tipped the bottle. The whiskey swirled in the sink before sliding down the drain. It wouldn’t burn the pipes like it did someone’s throat. No need to worry about pouring too fast.
“Hazel, stop!”
She looked at him as she kept the bottle over the sink. She wanted every drop gone.
“Where are the others?” she asked as she shook the bottle over the sink.
“Why? You’re not pouring them out,” he said with his hands braced on his hips.
“I’m not?” she asked as she set the empty bottle on the counter. “We’ll see about that.”
She stomped past him as he leaned against the doorframe. She didn’t stop to check on him. He shouldn’t have drunk as much as he did. It was the only reason she could make it to his room before he did. Throwing open the door, she saw the three bottles on the nightstand.
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