The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 367

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. 

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I continued drinking, 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 voice cut through the fog of my mind. 

I shrugged, unwilling to share the pain that gnawed at my heart. “I just need to forget about some things,” I mumbled, taking another swig from the bottle. 

Bryan frowned, concern etched on his face. “You know drinking won’t solve anything, Luke. You need to 

talk to us.” 

But I remained stubbornly silent, refusing to let them see the turmoil raging inside me. Instead, I drowned myself in another drink, hoping to numb the ache that pulsed through my veins. 

The weight of my argument with my grandfather pressed down on me, crushing me beneath its suffocating grip. I drank to numb the pain, but with each sip, it only seemed to grow stronger. 

Daniel and Bryan exchanged concerned glances, but I waved them off, not wanting to burden them with my troubles. Deep down, though, I longed for someone to understand, to see the hurt behind my facade. 

Harriet returned to the table, her eyes filled with worry as she glanced at the empty bottles scattered around me. “Hey, Luke. Can I talk to you for a minute?” 

I turned to her, my vision slightly blurred from the alcohol. “What is it, Harriet? My words slurred slightly. 

“I think we should go outside for some fresh air,” she suggested, her eyes pleading with me. 

I shook my head stubbornly. “I don’t want to go outside. I want to stay here and drink,” I said, pouring another glass 

“Luke, please. I don’t want to see you like this. Let’s go outside and talk.” 

Daniel and Bryan exchanged worried glances but remained silent. They didn’t know Harriet, but they 

obviously had a feeling that she was the only one who could calm me down. 

367 DROWNING IN DESPAIR 

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With a heavy sigh, I got up, stumbling a little. Harriet grabbed my arm to steady me, and we made our way outside. The cool night air hit me, clearing my head slightly. 

“Luke, I know you’re upset about what happened with your grandfather,” she said softly. 

I took a gulp of my drink, my anger bubbling up. “He has no right to control my life like this,” I muttered. 

Harriet nodded, her hand resting on my shoulder. “But you can’t let him get to you like this. Drinking won’t 

solve anything.” 

I sighed, feeling lost. “I just feel so lost, Harriet. I don’t know what to do.” 

She suggested I take a break from everything and figure out what I want. “And I’ll be right here by your side, supporting you,” she promised. 

Her words softened me, and I pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, Harriet. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

She smiled, and as we pulled away, her phone rang. She excused herself, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My friends looked at me sympathetically. 

“Man, what happened with you and your grandpa?” Daniel asked, breaking the silence. 

I sighed, not wanting to delve into it. “It’s a long story. But right now, I just need to forget everything and have some fun,” I said, pouring another drink. 

Bryan shook his head. “Drinking your problems away won’t make them disappear, Luke. You need to face 

them head–on.” 

I laughed bitterly. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have a grandfather who wants to control your life.” 

Harriet returned, seeing me drinking more than I should. She suggested we go home, and despite my protests, I agreed to finish our drinks. We drove back, exhaustion washed over me, and I fell asleep in the 

car. 

Stirring from the haze of unconsciousness, the throbbing ache in my head reminded me of the mistakes of the night before. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I found myself sitting in the passenger seat of the car parked in the driveway. 

My limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated, and the faint memories of last night’s alcohol–fueled escapade flooded back to me. I struggled to push myself upright, my movements sluggish and clumsy. 

“Luke, are you alright there?” Daniel’s voice broke through the fog of thy mind, his concern evident in his