Your Love Is A Lie
I Can't Bite My Tongue Forever
She comes home that night. Her eyes are bright and alert, but her breath is seeping, as if she'd just had alcohol.
"What were you doing so late?" he asks. It's nearly eleven.
"What?" She acts innocent. "I'm home from work."
"At eleven?"
"Oh, so now I can't go out with some of my friends?" She narrows her eyes at him, but in them he sees something. Quickly she turns on her heel and heads up the stairs.
"What were you doing so late?" he asks. It's nearly eleven.
"What?" She acts innocent. "I'm home from work."
"At eleven?"
"Oh, so now I can't go out with some of my friends?" She narrows her eyes at him, but in them he sees something. Quickly she turns on her heel and heads up the stairs.