Gabriel (Continued) (Book 2)

Life in the Fast Lane

A-N- Just like his father.....



April 29th (Drew's POV)

I can't believe Nikola chose him over me.

I did another shot.

I can't believe Nikola and him are dating!

I did another shot.

What does he have that I don't? What's the appeal of loser-ville over

popularity?

I did another shot.

Everything was falling apart.

How could she look so happy when she was as unpopular as Sophia? How could Crash

be as embraced as me in the family? I know Johanna likes him better than me. And

even Gabriel, who didn't want another child, likes him too. What the fuck is

wrong with this world?! Everything that I knew was slipping away from me.

Everything that was mine no longer is.

That only thing that still remained was Erika. And even she liked my family more

than me...

She doesn't think I remember. But I do. I was drunk one night, so she said the

things that she wouldn't have said to my face. They were horrible things. And

she cursed me for not ranking #1 as most likely to be prom king. And she cursed

me because she wasn't ranked #1 for prom queen.

But none of that was the worst stuff. The worst thing she said to me was worse

than having your eyes stabbed out, worse than having someone dig their fingers

through your skin to pull out your heart, worse than dying a million slow

agonizing deaths. What she said was- "Why can't you be more like your father?"

It pushed me over the edge. I didn't say anything that night because I was tired

and so wasted but I remembered it the next day. And it drove me mad. I left her

a voicemail saying that I remember what she said last night. And then I left. I

didn't want her coming over and finding me so I just disappeared. She was the

only one who would maybe care anyway. I spent the day out on my sail boat,

staring up at the clouds.

I still loved Erika, more than anything in the world. I would die for her.

And then that night I went to a party that I never would have imagined myself

at. I got there and thought twice about going inside but did anyway. And when I

did there were people lying on the floor or slumped against walls. The music was

full of bass and low, tech sounding stuff. It wasn't what I was used to. This

entire place wasn't what I was used to! It looked like some sort of crack house.

In the back, people were partying it up and snorting drugs, or injecting them or

swallowing pills. I bought some stuff. Snorted a few lines and swallowed some

pills. I found myself upstairs in a bedroom.  I was sprawled over the bed,