Page 72 of Saved By the Rockstar Daddy

I tilt the bottle again and take a long swig.

The liquid burns going down, then settles into the pit of my stomach.

The burn is familiar. A friend.

The last one I have.

Lucy…

She just left me there. Told me to leave them alone. As if I can ever do that.

I’ll just have one more taste.

I drink and the burn warms me inside.

Lucy seems to be forgetting that Aurora is my daughter.

I have rights too, right?

I need my name to be put on her birth certificate. I need her to be my daughter legally.

Another swig.

I should have already made that happen. But for some reason, I didn’t. The stupid band shit got in the way of me doing what’s right for my kid.

Another long swig from the bottle.

Might as well sit down and enjoy this. It’s the last drink I’ll be having, right?

I take it with me as I go sit on the sofa.

I can quit any time.

Here’s to quitting. I tilt the bottle into my mouth again and welcome the burn.

I look out the window at the skyline of downtown Los Angeles.

This is supposed to be the life. The American dream.

But it’s not.

I have more money than I know what to do with, yet I’m empty.

There is no life without the ones you love in it.

Another drink. The liquor still burning as it goes all the way down. And still, I feel no better than I did before.

The city starts to blur, and the room starts to spin as I move my eyes.

I drink a few more sips and the pain is finally starting to subside.

Just one more sip and soon, I won’t feel a damn thing.

One.

Two swigs.

My eyes are closing.

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