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✬︎Daddy Issues↺︎

Major angst!! Don't read anything that you are uncomfortable with reading. I only want to make good content for my readers. I try my best to do so, but skip or don't read this chapter if it'll make you uncomfortable.

This is a song chapter, so the chapter will be based on this song ^^^ (Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood) and will have snippets of the lyrics. They will be bolded and in a different format, so you will be able to tell them apart from the storytelling :) I suggest you listen to the song while reading, either on repeat or slowed, bc it's basically the whole chapter.

This is also a chapter that actually inspired me to write this whole book, so I hope you enjoy it.

The order will be song lyrics, then the story part that relates to the previous song lyric.

Y/N POV

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Los Angeles, California

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I'm an idiot.

Hopefully, it won't hurt as bad or feel as bad as I remember it to be. I mock my previous self in my thoughts.

Boy was I fucking wrong.

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I wake up late, just as I usually do. But this time I have a better excuse than "My sleeping schedule is shit." Now I've woken up even later than I usually do, and it's a bit past noon.

Usually, I'm the one getting the boys in check, making sure that they're staying alive. Now the roles are switched as I hear a light knocking on the door. I don't even bother getting up, not wanting to move from my messy position on my large bed.

The only reason I move is to roll over to the side of my bed, snaking an arm underneath the mattress and grabbing the vodka bottle I stored there previously.

Take you like a drug

Everyone has their rough nights or days, and sometimes some good old friendly booze is all you need to get through it. This is one of those cases.

The knocking comes again, and I roll the cap off of the top of the bottle, bringing the opening up to my mouth.

I taste you on my tongue

"Come in," I croak out, voice already cracking. I bring the bottle all the way up, taking a shot of vodka straight out of the bottle. Its taste makes my face twist for a moment, clearing my throat.

Dream appears from behind the door, closing it on his way in. He's all ready for the day, dressed, showered, everything.

His appearance almost makes me smile, but the overwhelming sadness conquers the positive feelings. I've hardly been awake for five minutes and the tears are already coming, I can feel them starting to form deep in my stomach. This is pathetic. Usually, I last at least an hour or two, then cry, but now it's just straight off the bat.

I let out a shaky breath, still making eye contact with Dream. Concern floods his expressions, somehow making me feel guilty.

"No no no, don't cry, why are you crying? Please don't cry," he says quickly, making his way to the side of the bed. He sits down, placing a hand on my shoulder and rubbing it gently.