Bella is an alcoholic who lives free with no responsibilities but when a stranger finally moves in next door will he get swirled into her life?
Prologue.
Miserable.
"That's your word?" She asked.
"You heard me." I replied sharply.
Curse Charlie for sending me to her. She asked me if I could name one word that would describe my life. Miserable. So was Mrs. Angie, the therapist. This therapist was a idiot. All she did was look my outfit up and down. It wasn't that bad. I was wearing a red half tanktop, shorts, and converse. I couldn't take her criticism anymore.
I decided to find a way out of her office.
"Will you excuse me for a minute? I have to go to the restroom. Im getting emotional..." I trailed off.
"Of course." She said sadly.
I walked out of the room not bothering to ask her where the restroom was. Its not like I was going to use it. I found the front door and walked to my car.
I got in and thought for a second.
Go tell Charlie what I did? No, Disappointing him made me want to drink more. It hurt me to hurt him.
Thinking about that made my body fill with pain. Hurting Charlie. Going behind his back to drink. He knows already. He knows what a bad person you are Bella. I sighed and leaned my head on the steering wheel.
It's time to use my pain reliever.
Alcohol.