I turned before I looked again.
Innocent.
I knew that.
But my addiction didn’t.
This was why we were not good. This was why I should have fought it from day one. Why I should have punched him in the dick instead of fucking it.
He was my kryptonite and my trigger.
He was my good and my bad.
But this couldn’t be about him anymore. It couldn’t even be about me. It had to be about our baby. And having parents who are so hopelessly fucked up wasn’t going to be good for them.
It won’t be good for us.
I slammed the hotel room door behind me and called the hotel we were staying in for Day’s bachelorette party. By some crazy stroke of luck, they had a room spare. Not the one we were staying in, but a room is a room.
I shoved all my things into my case and placed it on the bed.
Is running worth it? But am