Jason chuckles as I scrunch up my face in disgust, the burning liquor traveling down my throat, "that hurts." He smiles maliciously, pinching my nose, "poor baby." "Ryan's gonna kill you if he finds out you gave me some," I bite my lip, shifting a little in his lap. "He won't know." He shrugs nonchalantly and I raise my eyebrow, "what happened to 'no partying, smoking or drinking for you ever, Peyton'?" "You still can't do those things," he shakes his head, taking a puff on his cigarrette, "only when I'm around and I'm the one giving it to you," he smirks, blowing out the smoke before looking into my eyes, "cause you're my baby, only mine, and I'm the only one you listen to."
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Recovery
First, I'll acknowledge
All trust has been broken
A successful recovery
I pray for us at night
Grants me with a second chance
Never thought I'd see your face again
Learning life through trial and error
Just tryna make it right.
-She was his second chance, she was his recovery