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The burn chased away the pain, temporarily. I was in the shelter’s mini-bar, which I had insisted on when Peter and I had set up the place. I couldn't survive without alcohol in a post-apocalyptic scenario. But since we had come to the shelter, I had fought the urge. I had stayed sober, even if I couldn't stop thinking about alcohol. I had run the place like a responsible Alpha, coordinating supplies and shifts with Peter.

You just survive them, I guess. After work, I returned to my apartment and cleaned it from top to bottom since the four weeks. I found every last bottle of alcohol and threw it all away. I didn’t want to be that version of myself anymore, the one I barely recognized. The one who reached for numbness instead of healing. Now, I went to group meetings once a week. Not because I wanted to talk, God no, but because I needed Lena to see that I was trying. That I wasn’t suicidal. That dying was never the plan.

**** The next day came as fast as light and soon i opened my eyes to see the sun rays beaming softly against my face. I had a whole plan and an incredibly long to do list, and the first was my alcohol therapy, then lunch with Maria and baby shopping with Jeff, then dress fitting with grandma. And there i was, already nine in the morning as I sat beside Wu, who clearly had her mind drifting further away as Lydia handled the introduction -you know sometimes i wandered, for an alcoholic therapeutic group, we sure had a lot of members that still flooded in. Luckily, the hall was accommodating enough for whenever we decided to have a party.

Chapter 47 Thelma rose up early in the morning, to her new store. Her business had gotten bigger, she quit being a waitress at the bar. She had to find something else to do that would take alcohol away from her. Alcohol was her greatest weakness. Since she was abused as a child and her parents didn’t believe her, she made friends with some bad girls, who were also victims of bad parenting. One saw her father drink all his life and started drinking, she hated the taste of alcohol but got addicted to getting high.

He skimmed his fingers across the books there, but he stopped abruptly, obviously not finding what he was looking for. "What is that, Anthony?" He heard Melvina ask. "I'm looking for a book." He replied, turning around, while gazing around the room. His eyes fell on the books close to the bed. "What are you doing with a book? Now is not the time to goof around with books. You should be thinking of how to locate your brother's mate." Alpha Peter said, even as his face has scrunched up as he had pronounced mate. He was still having a hard time accepting the redhead as his son's mate.

“She’s mentioned something like that, but I was never told in that way or viewed it the way you explained it. I guess I was trying to convince myself that nothing would happen if I accepted a drink or two because I trusted them. It’s been years since I’ve had a drink and there shouldn’t be anything wrong with taking it. They were watching out for me.” Elliot reached his hand out to brush my cheek, I must be crying. “It’s good that you were fine afterward, but it could have been one drink after another and another; it’s the same for medication. Honestly, I wouldn’t recommend going to these places where they can give you alcohol under the table like that. I’m not telling you as a professional

It was difficult to spend time with her and not fall in love with her. Anastasia Costello—loved by all. The congregation ended, she was six feet underground. My father had requested to be left alone at her grave. I left the cemetery and somehow ended up at our club. I don't drink much, maybe a glass or two when I am tense or needed something to take the edge off. Alcohol makes me lose my coordination, makes me lose my focus, slurs my speech and I tend to get very aggressive when drunk. I don't like to lose control. I like to be very much in control of every aspect of my life. But today even alcohol was not helping me to numb the heavy weight I felt in my chest.

We strolled down the street together, taking in the sights. Out of the blue, he reached for my hand, catching me off guard. As we passed by my usual store, I felt drawn to the array of alcoholic beverages on display, my throat craving a sip. "Zach, do you know why my doctor warned me about alcohol?" I inquired. "No, I have no clue," he replied. "I struggle with alcohol... I'm addicted... and right now, I just wish I could drown my sorrows in a bottle until they disappear," I confessed.

As if an unheard bell sounded, the smokers and non-smokers made their way to their marked seats. The man beside Krispin stood and walked to the front of the room. "My name is Barry Levins," he said in a loud, gruff voice, "and I'm an alcoholic. The purpose of AA is to stay sober and help other alcoholics to achieve sobriety. This is an open meeting and some of you have brought friends and family. They are here for support, but this is not the venue for them to speak. I would like anyone new to stand and give a short introduction. Please begin with 'I am an alcoholic' and also list any other addictions you have."

She walked out of the bathroom, unsteady on her feet. “How about we show you.” Maria walked ahead; Ann was beside Lee holding on to her incase she fell over. Maria opened the big double doors. She stood at the door, flabbergasted by what she saw. They had wall-to-wall alcohol! The bottles of different types of alcohol were their version of wallpaper. A huge flat screen TV mounted on the wall and a mini bar in the far corner. “AA—as in Alcoholics Anonymous.” Now she understood the joke. “They call it Alcohol and Amusement.” Maria was whispering. “Ash is asleep on the couch.” She pointed to a huge black leather couch that was facing the TV.