KELLAN'S POV
I pounded my lids open, squinting against the incompressing morning light between the curtains; the steady beats in my head came regular, relentless. The room wavered a little as I sat up-remnants from last night's whiskey binge still churning queasily in my stomach. The memories were back now-flashes of arguments, fights, Brian's steady hand pulling me clear from the chaos.
I swung off the bed and ran a hand across my face as I went into the sitting room. Brian was sitting there, staring at the empty whiskey bottles that littered the coffee table. He turned his gaze at me when I walked into the room; his eyes narrowed.
“Good to finally see you awake,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. In that one swift second, the tone in his voice let out its disappointment, held for days in silence, until it broke through.
I managed a half-hearted nod as I sat down across from him. "Yeah, I guess I went a little too far."