So, I decided that I would write a three shot. It is based off the song "Whiskey Lullaby" by Brad Paisley and Alison Krauss, hence the title... haha. Anywho, hope you enjoy! Every review I get means a lot to me, so... Please review! (:

She put him out

Like the burning end of a midnight cigarette

She broke his heart

He spent his whole life trying to forget

*Ian's POV

I was finally getting home from Japan after a month of being away filming for an upcoming movie. I had called Lucy last night to tell her I would be home Friday, but I was really going to be home today, which was Wednesday. I wanted to surprise her and I knew this was the best way to do it. After being married to each other for a year, she knew me pretty well and this would be the only way I could surprise her. I quietly unlocked the front door and made my way inside. I heard laughing coming from our bedroom upstairs and a smile came to my face. I gently put a gift I had gotten her down at the bottom of the staircase and then slowly crept up the stairs and stopped at the bedroom door. I through the door open and yelled surprise. The thing is, the surprise was on me. Maybe I should have told her I was going to be home today to save me from all of this that just got thrown at me. What I saw before my eyes was Lucy in bed with another man. I slammed the door and ran down the stairs. She was right behind me. "Ian! I'm sorry!" she yelled at me from behind as I made my way out the front door. "Why? How could you do that to us? After all we've been through!" The tears were coming faster from my eyes, and hers as well. I grabbed my keys out of my pocket and yanked the door to my car open. I climbed inside and slammed the door and backed out of the drive. Lucy was in my rearview mirror screaming at me with tears streaming down her face. There was nothing I loved more in this world than her, and everything we had was just broken. Once you break trust, it's hard to get back. I never thought she would do something like this. It's funny, now that I think about it.

I had been driving for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only two. I realized I should just pull into a hotel and stay there for the night and cool off. I hoped that would work. I checked into a hotel and then made my way up to my room and set my things down on the bed. I decided I would go to the liquor store across the street and buy something to drink to help ease my mind. I walked out of my room and headed for the lobby before exiting the building and walking across the street. I went in and purchased three bottles of scotch, hoping that was enough. I went back to my room after the purchase and opened the first bottle. I downed it within an hour of having it opened. I soon fell asleep and woke up the next day and started on the second bottle. Daylight started to turn into darkness and I made my way down to the bar a block away from my hotel. I drank so much and was getting shoved around. There was no escaping what I felt for Lucy. I left the bar and walked out into a little alley way and then headed back to the hotel.

We watched him drink his pain away

A little at a time

But he never could get drunk enough

To get her off his mind

Until the night

My days turned into months of not being with Lucy. The only thing that was different now was I was living in an apartment. My drinking had gotten worse and I had quit going into work to film. I hadn't tried to contact Lucy, but I knew that she was still going into work, considering she called every now and then to check on me. I wish that she would just give up. I'm not going to answer the phone. There was nothing she could do to convince me to come back to her. There were just some things that couldn't be repaired. I knew this could, but it would take a long while and it would be hard to trust again. I had become addicted to alcohol and I was getting sicker and sicker as the days went by. I knew my time was coming in the next few weeks if I didn't quit, but something inside told me it wouldn't matter if I was gone.

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger

And finally drink away her memory

Life is short, but this time it was bigger

Than the strength he had to get up off his knees

It was two weeks since I started getting weaker and sicker. I could tell I didn't have much time left now. I could barely get out of bed, but I still managed to drink. My kidneys were shutting down and I knew what was going to happen. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen off my nightstand and wrote something on it. I laid it down beside my pillow and drank the rest of my scotch. I knew then I wasn't going to wake up tomorrow when I fell asleep tonight, but I was okay with that. I had accepted that.

We found him with his face down in the pillow

With a note that said I'll love her til I die

And when we buried him beneath the willow

The angels sang a whiskey lullaby