His | Mine | Ours

Chapter 118

I lie in bed, curling into the warm body next to me.

Strong arms wrap around me.

This is how I spent these past few days.

Drinking, practicing, drugs, sex, and repeating it all over again.

Anything to take my mind off things.

Anything to make me forget.

But....it seems like the more I do it, the more I remember.

And I feel like I'm spiraling again.

"Liz?" I hear A.C.'s raspy voice.

"Yeah?" I quietly answer.

"You were crying again." He says.

"Oh..." I trail off.

It's silent between us.

"You want some food?" He asks.

"I guess." I sigh.

"Chinese takeout?" He suggests.

"That's cool." I reply.

He holds me for a while longer before he got out of bed.

I laze around in bed before I get a phone call.

I roll over in annoyance and check to see who it is.

It's Mr. Roberts.

"Hello?" He answers as soon as I pick up.

"I'm here." I reply.

"Hey, Liz." He greets. "Letting you know we're heading your way. Where are you guys playing again?"

"The Fisherman's restaurant and bar." I reply.

"Near the wheel?" He sounds surprised.

"Yep." I reply.

"How did you manage that gig?" He asks.

"Paris is surprisingly resourceful." I say.

That and money talks.

"Well that's...." He struggles to find the words. "That's impressive."

"I'll let her know you're impressed." I reply.

Mr. Roberts chuckles.

"And I hope your performance is equally impressive." I can hear him grinning over the phone. "This is a date with the Mrs. after all. My luck is riding on you guys."

"We won't disappoint." I say.

"I'll hold you to it." He replies.

I hum in response.

"Well I'll see ya there. Hopefully we can catch some front row seats." He says.

"Reserve it." I reply.

"....good idea." He says. "I'll call you back."

He hangs up the phone.

I sigh and sit the phone back on the nightstand.

"Take out will be here in 10." A.C. returns to bed sniffing.

I look at him.

"Have any more?" I ask him.

He sits on the edge of the bed and opens the draw of his nightstand.

He grabs some things before shutting it.

I sit as he pours the white powder on a small glass tray he had.

After breaking it down and running a line, he handed me a bill to roll up.