he's rushing through her veins like it's ecstasy. but he already made her stick so she'll never leave. (BANKS & REIGNS)

*Sequel to What He Doesn't Know.* "Go get in the car Joelle." I say to her as I stormed up the stairs. "You are not fucking taking my daughter away from me Naomi!" I immediately heard him shout as his footsteps follow me. "I damn sure ain't leaving her hear with you!" I shout at him as I swung open the door to my room and walked over to our shared drawer, grabbing random shirts out of it. "Will you just fucking listen!" He screamed at me and I stopped my actions, "If you would let me explain-" "There's no need of an explanation Roman!" I shouted at him, "You fucked up! No, this was all you this time. This isn't anyone fault but your own. Explain to me? Explain to me?! Please Roman! Attempt to explain why the hell she was in my house?"

Warning: Strong Mature Content. "Two more please." I said to the bartender as I as I finished off my fourth drink. "Two sir?" He asked me, "Don't you think you've had enough?" "Who's paying who here?" I slurred as I glared at him. He sighed, but nodded and went to go retrieve what I asked. 'How could I let this happen?' I think to myself It was my fault. God, it was all my fault. I did the one thing I told myself not to do... I let myself fall in love with her. Me, all by myself. It was nobody's fault but mine. I fell in love with her laugh. Her smile. Her jokes that weren't funny at all. Her attitude. Her personality. The way how I felt when I touched her. The way she said my name, weather it was normally, in mid laugh, in a cry of help, or a moan. I fell in love with everything about her, every part of her. I was in love with her. And now here I am, at some local bar, while she's getting married to my cousin in a state hours away from here. She was out of my life, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

------------ "Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry." I managed to decipher from Dean's broken voice, "I was clean for so fucking long I swear." I pulled him closer to me and held him tighter. "You don't have to apologise, Dean." -----------