All About Timing

Chapter Forty-Two

I opened my second bottle of tequila as I drowned down the liquid. The moment that Emily left; I went straight after the bottle. Shouldn't of done it but what can I say? I have an addictive personality.

It's currently 3 in the morning and I just can't sleep, it's too quiet in this house.

That's when I hear a banging on the door.

I furrow my eyebrows as I stumble to the front door.

"The fuck you doin' here?" I slur at Kelley who is giving me a "really" look.

She snatches the bottle away from my hand, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"Why'd you do that?" I question as she shakes her head at me.

"Get your ass inside, now!" she snaps.

I pout and walk away from her, going into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of wine that I have hidden.

"Dammit Aryn, no," Kelley says as she pulls the bottle form my lips.

I laugh a little and sit at the island table.

Kelly walks around my kitchen and I see her turning on a pot of coffee before grabbing a water bottle for me.

"Drink this, all," she tells me before she continues to rummage through my kitchen.

I see her doing things and I find myself staring at the background of my phone which is Emily asleep holding Noah on her chest.

"I love both of them so much," I let out as Emily turns around and looks at me.

"I would never put them through that. I wanted to do it, I would of done it but I made a promise to never do it again. That's why it was just an untouched baggy," I explain to Kelley.

"I'm not a druggie, I promise," I try to prove my point with tears threatening to spill again.

"You have to believe me Auntie. I'm not some drug addict, I have a problem I do and I need help but I stopped, I stopped when I found out about Noah. I'm not a bad mom, I just didn't know. If I knew I was pregnant, I would of stopped using," I explain to her as she looks more confused.

"Okay, okay, breathe sweetie, breathe," Kelley tells me quickly, walking over and rubbing my back.

I lean into her and try to calm myself down.

"Why are you here auntie?" I question, confused as to why she was here.

"Well when my best friend calls me really upset about my niece who I know is going through some stuff. I sort of feel obligated to come check on you since I'm the only one who knows that you are about to go through something really serious," Kelley tells me.

"I should call my moms and tell them right now," I slur, grabbing my phone but Kelley takes it away from me.

"No, no, no. Let's talk to your moms when you're sober sweets. I have a question about what you said before though," she tells me.

"I'm an open book," I tell her.

"What did you mean when you said that you would of stopped using if you would of known you were pregnant," she questions.

I pause for a second, the tears rushing to my face as I feel the room begin to spin.

"I relapsed again when I was in Austin and I was fucking around with this woman who is intersex. I was doing a lot of pills, coke, and drinking. We weren't using protection, mainly because we were to high to think of it. At the time, I messed with Emily a lot too and I probably hurt her more than I ever wanted to during that time. She saw the worst of me, I was a mess and I was hurtful to her during that time," I explain even though it wasn't answering her question.