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I had been through hours of this shit already, and it wasn’t letting up. My fingers curled into my palm. If I was still feeling like this, then self-control was a fucking myth. I wasn’t drunk. Not yet. But I was buzzing, and the slow burn of alcohol in my veins made it easier to breathe. Easier to not think about Tobias and the problem he was dragging home. Easier to not think about the fact that I hadn’t fucked in weeks because every damn time I tried, all I could think about was— Knock. Knock.

"Cough... Sorry, Michael. I know today's the marriage registration with Elsa. I shouldn't bug you, but I feel really awful..." Michael didn't even blink. He slammed the brakes and pulled over. "What's going on?" Kallie coughed again, all soft and pitiful. "Maybe it's from when I gave you blood. Just a little wind and sun makes me feel so weak..." "Then get to a hospital. Right now," Michael said. "I... I can't. I can't even get out of bed..." I almost burst out laughing. Seriously? Since when does a basic blood donation turn you into a Victorian ghost?

“you arrogant little brat! Why are you like this after everything we’ve done for you?” Done for me? What was this woman talking about? All they’ve done is cause me anything but pain. But I reminded myself that I don't feel pain anymore. That girl is gone. If I kept quiet, her rage would only fester and get louder. So what could I say that wouldn't make things worse? “You made me this way,” I said calmly, the words slipping out with a quiet honesty that felt instantly regrettable. Oops. It came out worse. She raised her hand again.

Don’t make me fly up there and drag you onto the dance floor myself. Me: I haven’t even drank yet. Mom’s wedding is tomorrow. I’m supposed to be the responsible son smiling for photos. Kai: Exactly why you need this tonight. One night. No books. No guilt. Message me later if you actually do something fun. I slipped the phone back into my pocket and headed toward the bar. The place was packed, different different guys in tight shirts laughing, couples making out in corners, the air thick with cologne, sweat, and spilled liquor. I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t even tipsy. I’d come in stone-cold sober because I needed to feel something real, not numb.

Maybe I do belong at Nico and Anthony’s side after all. “Little Dove, focus. I know it’s been a long day, but I just need your attention a bit longer. Then I promise you can zone out and get lost in the madness of your mind.” Nico states snapping his fingers in my face. “Sorry, I’m a little tired. Erica dragged Sofiai and I all over, and she’s somehow more intense sober.” I reply. Nico snickers. “Yeah, who would have thought getting sober would cause such a major personality shift. Sometimes I’m not sure I buy it, but until I’m proven wrong I’m just going to assume she’s sober.”

He asked. I chuckled nervously. “Uh no…” He pulled out his lighter. “Why not?” “I have a mental disability that makes it hard to remember things and keep attention. I’ve heard weed would just make it worse,” I explained. I was afraid about how he’d react. “ADHD?” I rubbed the back of my head nervously. “Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you guys had a name for it here.”

Only I realized a little too late. I couldn't cry, the tears didn't come and even I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control them when they do. ❃❃❃ "You're going to drink yourself to death char" Shayne. "Jesus Shayne! It's just caffeine! " I whined, downing the 7th cup of coffee that morning. Just as liquor and drugs relieved some people of their frustration, strong coffee keeps mine in check cause basically, I was at the point of losing it.

It's not like I can get drunk, with our fast metabolism the drink has to be laced with wolf weed before I can get drunk. I don't want to risk anything happening to my baby, So I settled for a normal fizzy drink. I swayed gently to the sound of the music. The more I tried to focus on everything else, the more thoughts of Asher kept pervading my tired be clouded mind Maya says to the music beside me. “Going hard tonight, ladies?” The bartender asked us. “It's going to be so hard, well for me anyway, my bestie can't drink.” Maya says, winking at him.

He pulls the trigger, and even when I wake up, I feel like I’m still trapped in the horror. I need a drink. That would help, but Sienna refuses to give me my vodka—or even a whiskey. Anything to get my mind off the pain. She claims medication and alcohol don’t mix, but I doubt she really knows what she’s talking about. There’s no use even arguing with her; she’s the most stubborn person I’ve ever met, second only to myself.

Chapter 327 Cleo I don't think I have a drinking problem. Given what happened as upload days ago wasn't really in a stage to cope with anything and I wasn't using alcohol as a crutch I was actually talking to take off the edge which is the same as using alcohol as a form of knowing the feelings I was feeling cuz when you're used to doing something every morning and all the sudden you wake up in the morning and everything is turned on its head the one here that you feed your whole entire life for the whole entire span of your relationship has come through then you need something you just take off the edge.