#Chapter30-04
Then I scolded the hell out of myself. I wasn't like that. I needed to screw my head on tighter. "Vodka," I muttered. "There was some at home . . .."
"And that was after?"
"I — " I blinked with a sigh. "The order isn't right in my head," I muttered. "I think so. I punched my bedroom door. Lots. Mom's gonna be pissed."
I was starting to make sense of everything. I was starting to regain feeling in my toes again and I could feel my thoughts trying to work out the damage they had caused.
Deacon nodded and stood up.
"Don't go. Please. . . don't leave me." I wasn't sure why I said that. I wasn't sure why him sitting back down made me feel better.
"Everybody leaves," I informed him. "They leave but they're still here, which is worse than if they had just left altogether."
