Page 4 of Breaking Point
“Vodka. Lots and lots of vodka.”
Layla pauses for a moment. “Oh jeez, you know it’s bad when it’s anything other than wine.”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures. Just don’t let me drunk dial anyone…or send out a meme of Jason’s face.”
She snorts. “I would never. I’m leaving now. I’ll meet you at yours.”
“Thank you!”
Before the emotion can fully clog my throat, I disconnect the call.
Guilt weighs heavy on my heart as I put my car in reverse and watch as my mom’s house grows smaller in my rearview mirror. Yet, despite the distance, the panic that’s clutching my heart won’t ease. Six months of severance will barely get us through three months. My mom’s cancer treatment depends on not only my monthly checks but also my savings account.
Which is dwindling day by day, along with my mom’s health.
Chapter 2
Grayson
KIERAN ASHFORD
you’d think being the big fella you are, you would be able to handle your liquor
*video attachment*
GRAYSON
is that…?
KIERAN ASHFORD
you strip dancing on a pool table?
Yes, yes it is
GRAYSON
and that’s all over the internet I’m presuming?
KIERAN ASHFORD
the puck bunnies have already made a thirst trap of it
two million views and counting
you’re trending Daddy Crawford ;)
GRAYSON
Fuck you
KIERAN ASHFORD
You love me
Ice sprays over the length of my body as I turn to the side and hurl into the trash can one of my teammates put out for me out of pity.
“Coach looks like he wants to murder you, shove your fingers down your throat, and be done with it.”
