. slightly drunk," she announced."Really." Yep. Before the shoot, they thought a glass of wine would relax me. I thought four or five glasses would ...e even more relaxing. And here I am. I've got a pretty good buzz on." Put something on, and we'll go downstairs and feed you." I really don't feel like it." I thought you were hungry." I don't know. It's hard to tell. Maybe I'm horny." Well, it's a pity Patrick isn't here," I said. "I could take a long walk and you could solve your problem.". . You should be the mother fucking last person to say I have MOOD SWINGS!" he yelled directly at my face. My face turned red and so did his, "FUCK YOU! NOW YOU BETTER MOVE AWAY FROM THAT DOOR BEFORE I MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS BY MYSELF YOU FUCKING MAN WHORE!" I yelled. He pushed me, but I let it go, "YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE CRAP! SAYING I LOVE YOU AND THEN SAYING IT TO YOUR DEAD WHORE!" he was rudely interrupted from my fist. His face got slammed against my door, he drooped. "YOU SHOULDN'T. Normally I would ask, but I didn’t want to risk staying.There was silence, then, my mom from the couch. “Clara… be home by four.” Four? Since when? Dinner wasn’t until six, like on the dot. I shrugged, pulling my backpack straps tighter. “Yeah ok.” and I left. Sophia and Jacob were waiting for me outside. “Let's go to the duck pond,” Sophia said as I mounted my bike. I loved riding my bike, the amount of freedom I felt, the speed, I used to pretend it was a horse, but I was past that now. Now. He felt the burn of his muscles and knew that he was going to pay for it later. He hadn’t run in some time and winced as his footing slipped against the dirt, but his momentum kept him steady as his weight transferred to the other foot. Several kilometers later he was enjoying the view of the town over the treetops from the top of the hill. After a good break, he started the descent. * * * The sun was high in the sky by the time Nazareth made his way back to town. He stopped in the reserve for.