Good Girl Gone Bad - Sequel to Good Boy Gone Bad - *Completed*

11 - Baby Daddy

Another month has gone by since I buried my son. I have gotten worse with the drinking and drugs again because that is the only things that seem to ease my pain and make me forget how much of a horrible person I am. You may think that I am over reacting, but it breaks my heart to know that if I didn't overdose, Tyler would still be healthy and inside of me, I probably would have started buying baby closes for him, maybe even had a room set up for him, but now I have nothing and it feels like there is a huge hole in my chest where he should be.

"Are you awake?" I felt movement next to me, indicating that Billy was awake. I snuck in early this morning from a party so I didn't want to face his million questions, so instead of answering him, I just shut my eyes again and pretended to still be asleep. I felt him wrap and arm around me and pull me closer to him. "I wish you would just stop with the partying, it won't fix this," he whispered to me, obviously thinking that I was asleep. He sighed before snuggling into me.

I let darkness take over my body again since fighting it off was just a waste of my time.

I woke up again to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I opened my eyes to see a plate of it on the bedside table next to me as well as water and panadol. I sat up slowly, swallowed the pill with the water and looked around. The room was silent, but there was music coming from the lounge room, so I slowly got up, grabbed my plate and walked out of the room, following the sound of the music to see Billy sitting on the couch, strumming at the guitar. He looked up from it and smiled at the sight of me. I love how every time I walk into the room, or even when he sees me, it's like his whole world lights up in front of him. It's adorable. "Morning," he says, putting the guitar down.

"Please keep playing," I begged as I sat down and dug into the food. He chuckled before continuing with what he was doing.

"I think Mason said something about coming over to hang out today," Billy reminded me as I finished off the pancakes. In this past month, Mason and Billy had gotten really close, close to best friend I'd say, since word got out because of someone (Maddison) that Mason and I are half siblings, so now he's over nearly every day just hanging out with Billy, I don't mind it though, it keeps them both distracted and stops them from constantly asking if I am okay. And no, neither of them know that Tyler was Mason's son too, actually no one knows except for myself, and maybe my Dad since he knows that Mason and I were.....extremely close. I guess the good thing about finding out that we're actually family is the fact that it some how bought us together again, we get along and everything like we used to, just no sexual tension or crushes, it feels good having him around, like the hole in my chest fills up a little when he's around. I guess it's because he is family. I don't know. And on the bright side, since Billy and Mason have been hanging out, and since the funeral, Mason finally stood his ground, dumped Maddison and now has nothing to do with that group. He's one of us now.

"Liz!" I blinked my eyes to see Billy in front of me on his knees, worry in his eyes.

"What?" Did I really zone out that badly?

"You just crushed the glass of water in your hand!" I looked down to see that my hand was in a fist formation. I slowly released it to see pieces of glass fall to the ground, covered in my blood. "Fuck!" I didn't see where he went, I just stared at the glass that was sticking into my skin and watched as my blood rushed out. Next thing I know, Billy is carefully pulling the glass out, cleaning my hand and wrapping it up for me. "You don't need stitches but you need to rest it, what were you thinking about to make you do this?" he looked me dead in the eye.

"Tyler," was all I said before standing up. "I need to clean up."

"Liz wait," he begged but I continued to walk. I haven't grieved yet, haven't allowed myself to cry or break down, it's just all bottled up, waiting to explode and during all of this month, I have pushed everyone away. I don't want to hurt them too.