I'll Be There.

"I can't lose her." Is all his lips seem to be able to utter as he drunkly straddles himself on the couch.

"You're not going to." I say to him again that afternoon as I finish up making him something to eat.

I'd decided to make his favorite meal in hopes it'll make him feel a little better. I let the bacon get extra crispy and even let it burn a little. Just the way he likes it.

I then put the buttered toast, eggs and bacon on a plate before making my way to him. I put his meal on the table then head to the kitchen again to refill his glass of water.

"There." I say handing it to him and he wastes no time downing it. I know he had weed too because he's really thirsty. He then grabs his plate to start stuffing his fac