My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Before I could finish my sentence, a voice suddenly rang out of the dark living room, "You don't have to check anything. I am the one who's been drinking. You can continue. Don't mind me!" I was almost scared to death. I couldn't help but give a startled shriek.

Fortunately, Hendrix reacted quickly and turned on the light. When the lights came on, we saw Aaron sprawled against the couch, holding a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, his cheeks flushed. His eyes were glassy and it seemed that he was already drunk.

"Aaron!" I came back to my senses, relieved that our house wasn't broken into. I looked at him and roared, "What are you doing here? Are you crazy? Why did you come here in the middle of the night?" Hendrix was feeling a little startled as well. He looked at the drunken man leaning against the couch and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you drink so much?"

looked at him and couldn't hold back my anger. I yelled, "I know you're disappointed and you want to drink, but why can't you find

are you scolding me? Do you think I deserve it too? I know that it was my fault for not treating her right, but I feel really sad. I never wanted this to happen, and I don't want to lose her. I just don't know how to

ever taught me how to treat the people I love. I thought as long as I gave her a beautiful home to live in and all the money

a new life now. Aaron, no one blames you and no one thinks you deserved this. Since everything is out of your control now, you should

love ever again!" he cried. He laid on the ground, sobbing like a child. His voice choked as he continued, "I will never ever love another person as much