Flight (n.h|a.u)

Aint no rest for the wicked.

I woke up in a daze. A coughing fit sent me sluggishly climbing the stairs for water.
Remembering that I wasn't alone in the house I stopped in my tracks and began to scold myself for being so careless.
She could've woken up and found me.
Now that would've been very bad for everyone.
I made my way upstairs to check on her and luckily she was still asleep but I noticed she had rolled over, so I knew she hadn't died in her sleep.
I started to sober up a little more and went back downstairs to clean up and hide my mess.
I'd been so careful up until lately.
She's been such a distraction that I find myself slipping up more and more.
God I'm ready for her to leave but a part of me wonders what could happen if she stays.
I tirelessly worked my ass off day and night.
I knew I couldn't let her stay in my life.
She'd be so unhappy.
We'd be living a life of lies and deception.
If she ever found out she would never forgive me.
I'd end up in jail and - we'll she'd end up with someone else.
I can't fall in love.
I can't risk that.