Chapter 8

You know that shock you get...when you'd earnestly prepared for something only for time and planning to hit you in the face...

When you were 200% sure something would go the way you'd planned it only for things to shatter and go helter skelter in different directions...

Well, that's what I'm feeling right now...

I'm seating on a brown leather coach...beautiful in all ways. In a big ass mansion.  

Holding a bottle of beer in one hand and  my phone in the other...my hands are literally fidgeting... I can't believe this is fucking happening...

I keep fucking praying I didn't make that suggestion yesterday...

So yes...I'm at derricks house...Ashton seating beside me still apologizing for the inconvenience...

The loud music booming around the whole mansion is enough to tear my ears away...and where is derrick right now...in his room...gone for more liquor...

I know you're Wondering what's going on...so here...lemmi give yo