367: DROWNING IN DESPAIR

LUKE'S POV Just when Harriet finished consoling me about the argument with my grandfather, she suggested we go to the bar. Anger still simmered within me, but I agreed, needing an outlet for my frustration. We made our way to the nearest bar, the neon lights casting an eerie glow on the sidewalk. Upon entering the establishment, I wasted no time ordering a variety of bottles. I needed something to numb the pain and drown out the echoes of my grandfather's harsh words. Harriet sat quietly beside me, watching as I downed one drink after another. I could feel her concerned gaze on me, but I ignored it, drowning myself further in the alcohol's haze. Suddenly, she excused herself, saying she would be back. I barely acknowledged her departure; I was too consumed by my own thoughts to care. I continued drinking, lost in my own turmoil. I felt a presence beside me. It was Daniel and Bryan, and they were just staring at me. "Luke, what's going on? Why are you drinking so much?" Daniel's v