The Business Man's Son (Wattpad Version)

Bad romance

Landon

After that day in the bathroom, each day became a little easier. I got out of bed and took a shower. I shivered as the hot water hit my skin. After washing my body, I got out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my waist. I walked over and looked in the bathroom mirror.

My eyes sunk in, and I looked gaunt. My skin tone seemed ashen. I looked nothing like myself. The door opened as I stood there. I didn't bother to look to see who was standing there; I already knew it was Asher.

"Landon, you know the rules. You can't close any doors," Asher reminded me.

"Yeah, I know," I mutter.

"Here, I need you to pee in this," Asher told me. He walked over and set a container on the bathroom counter.

I grabbed the cup and urinated into it, then set it on the counter. I watched as Asher tested my urine with a home drug test. It came out clean. I didn't have a choice. It was either this way or go to rehab, and they would do the same thing.

A year is a long fucking time to develop a bad romance with drugs. I got dressed and went back to the bedroom. I sat on the bed and stared out the window.

I thought about how it started. A few dancers introduced me to pills; then it moved to harder stuff such as cocaine, shrooms, and angel dust. The high was like no other that I experience, not even with dancing. So many women, drugs, and booze to the excessive. You mix that with money, and it's a one-way trip to a road you don't want to travel.

I found out from another dancer that Tyler didn't only double-dip, but he overdosed on heroin. My attitude was sucking to be him, not realizing that I headed that way.

I sat there as Tasha sat down next to me. I looked at Tasha, and she handed me a plate with toast on it. I took it and looked at it, then I threw the plate at the wall, breaking the plate. Tasha didn't flinch as I closed my eyes and put my hands over the back of my neck. It wouldn't be the first time that my anger got the best of me.

Another time, I pushed everything off the dresser top in frustration. Asher walked in and pushed me against the wall. He smacked me twice across the face as I became angry and fought with him.

"Get angry, Landon!" Asher barked as I went after him. We fought as Asher held his ground. "Show me what you got! Come on, you pussy! Do you want the drugs to win!" Asher challenged me as we fought.

I hauled off and put my fist into the wall. Tasha watched us as they hit the wall repeatedly.

"Get angry!" Asher yelled until I wore myself out.

I fell to the floor, exhausted. Asher crouched in front of me as I sat with my back against the wall.

"You need to get angry and fight. Fight to get your life back. Don't let the drugs win," Asher ordered me.

"I can't," I said as my voice broke.

"You can, and you will. Rafe did this to you. Get angry at him. Candace calls you a prick. Get angry at her. The drugs took your life, now take your life back," Asher told me.

I looked at Asher as I shook.

"You can do it, Landon. You're stronger than the others. You're Vincent Powers's son," Asher reminded me as I nodded, crying.

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Asher

I have to tear down Landon and rebuild him, making him stronger than he thought possible. Right now, Landon has a fear that he can't survive without the drugs. He needs to see that he's better than that.