ALWYAS, OUR SECRET DREAM 3
SKYLAR WILLIAMS
A girl from England who was searching for a place to escape, one that allowed her to live out her dreams without having to hide in the shadows.
One bratty message was how her journey started, giving her...
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Alcohol. It really is an elixir brewed by the devil. Disguised as a drink from the heaven above, something to give you a break from the burdens of life. I knew I should have just said to Sky that I was going to have a couple of tumblers of whiskey. But instead, I downed two glasses filled nearly halfway, behind my pregnant wife's back. Hiding it from her like a gremlin hides gold.
I'm not usually a big drinker, especially since finding out Sky's pregnant. I wanted to be a support for her in all things during this pregnancy. If she couldn't eat seafood then neither would I. She can have alcohol then I wouldn't but I haven't been sleeping. My head and my heart have been at war since the accident and I just need to drown everything out.
I'm tired of feeling angry and guilty at the same time. Angry that my brother could be so fucking stupid. Guilty that I've broken the one promise I made to him. To never turn my back and walk away. Angry that I was forced to watch the women I love to fight her way back from a coma. Witness the sheer fear and terror in her eyes when she woke up and had to wait hours to find out for certain that our babies were safe and healthy. I was trapped in my own personal hell and I couldn't do anything to make it better. I couldn't protect her from the fear. I failed the one person in this world I never wanted to and it all started at the hands of a person I've protected all his life.
The whiskey had worked at the beginning. It numbed the pathway between my heart and brain giving me a break from the negative thoughts and feelings. I was able to just live in the moment. Enjoy the time with my girl.
At least I could before I went and opened my mouth. Saying all sorts of things. My brain feels like it's trapped between a thousand storm clouds. Foggy and unfocused I try to recall what I had said to upset her but I keep coming up blank.
I hate that I was someone that made her feel the same way her parents had all those years ago. Turning her face from one of carefree beauty into disappointed devastation. That look was the thing that sobered me up, like a bucket of ice water being tossed over your head.
Knowing I've lost her for at least a few hours, my shoulders slump together as I stumble down the wall to the floor. My head is in my hands as I let the feeling of guilt consume me.
I well and truly fucked up.
With only one option left I slip out my phone and fire both Sky and Quinn a text, struggling my way through my numb fingers and unconnected brain.
QUINN
IS sKy wid you? I need to kknoww s shes saafe.
KITTEN aka WIFEY
I don 't have the w0rds to show h ow sorry I am ... I wove you, ALWAYZ.
