(The Right Kind of Wrong, Book 3)
SPOILERS FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
After years in jail and endless guilt, Hannah Carson has a new shot at life. What will she do when she realizes that nothing is how it was? She has to start over; from having eve...
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Lisa
He'd been drunk for months.
I was prepared for the familiar scene of the past few months when I opened the door to his apartment.
A passed out Derek on the floor with beers scattered all over the place.
The horrible stench of days old liquor. The trashed, once beautiful apartment he'd worked so hard for.
He'd pushed everyone away, including myself, but I kept trying. I knew Evie tried too. I'd run into her just a couple of weeks before, her now flat stomach a clear sign her baby had been born. Her eyes were red, and not just from exhaustion, but from the way she'd found him. She always cleaned up his shit when she came; would throw out the alcohol still in the house only for him to buy some as soon as he woke up.
"He's passed out," were the only words she said to me that day.
The sad thing was he never noticed she was there. Derek didn't notice anyone was there anymore. Alcohol was his life. Alcohol was his numbing agent.
Alcohol was also destroying him.
I knew from the start the situation with Hannah would set him off. I didn't want to tell him, but I also couldn't not tell him. He was my friend and business partner and he deserved to know.
But Hannah...she was also my friend. I knew she didn't see it that way anymore like all my unanswered calls said, yet I still cared for her. I knew it wasn't her. Not then, but I knew now. Money kept disappearing, this time using Derek's name and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what the hell was going on.
Now that Derek was doing this, I was running two restaurants and trying to set the third one up all on my own, and I couldn't' tell him anything because in this state he honestly wouldn't care.
I opened the door to his apartment to find him passed out on the couch again, holding on to a beer bottle like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
Today was different.
Today I had a different idea in mind.
I avoided looking at him at all costs. I wasn't about to dwell on him any longer.
Today things changed.
I went to his bedroom, afraid there would be a rat or snake come out of the mess in it, but started searching everywhere for his phone. The thing hadn't been used in days, maybe even weeks. Hell, probably months. But I knew there I would find the answer.
The search lasted easily about half an hour until I found the phone buried underneath worn clothes, a shattered picture frame with Hannah in it and more beer bottles. I charged it immediately and as soon I was able to turn it on, I typed in the password I thankfully knew, scrolling through the contacts until I got to the one I needed.
It rang a couple of times.
"Hey," the male voice answered. "This is a first. What's up?"
I cleared my throat. "Hey, I'm not Derek..."
There was shuffling on the other side, and then a quiet curse. "Clearly. Who is this?"
"I'm Lisa...his friend." I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut. This was a bad idea, and would probably make Derek angry, but he desperately needed an intervention and I had no idea what else to do. "Your brother needs help."
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A/N: Short, quick prologue.
I am so ready to hear all your theories.
Who still doubts Lisa?
I have Chapter 1 ready too and I'm so excited to put it up.
