In the middle of the night Michael’s phone rang. 4 Missed Calls from Joe Harrison. He frowned in tiredness and yawned. Rubbing his eyes, he slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake up Annabelle next to him. Unfortunately, the male was only able to expect the worse when his brother called him several times affect based. Returning his phone calls, it didn’t took long when he had his tensed and stirred up younger brother on the phone. Michael tried to calm him down, and insisted that he finally tells him what the hell happened. It was bad news as expected. His father laying in the hospital due to alcohol intoxication and hepatic failure. Michael kept their conversation short, unable to concentrate and think rational. He blamed himself for not calling them on Christmas, only sent a little Christmas card as per usual. He never came home, distanced himself for years now and his father and siblings got themselves into trouble over and over again. The worst part is Michael could see himself in the same position as his father just in a couple years, drinking heavily, lonely. By now he emptied half of the bottle of scotch in his office, starring at his phone where missed calls were still displayed. Tears ran down his cheeks, he propped his head on his hands and leaned on the desk. A creak of the wooden floor made Michael look up again, his eyes red and swollen, he found himself tipsy, gazing at Annabelle in the door. @wxannabelle