Oh hell, what is she doing here? I'm not sure if I should hang around to find out, or get the hell out of here. My gut burned with the implications, but one wrong move now could prove disastrous if I were wrong.
How had my life come to this? How had I f****d things up so royally? My feet felt leaden as I moved through the quiet stillness of the night. I heard a rustling sound coming from my left somewhere and hurried my steps.
Hindsight is a son of a b***h; too little too late. I thought I could control the situation though, I mean she was just a kid after all. I'm a grown man, a man who suffered a great loss and went through a rough patch true, but I've always been sensible.
I've never given in to the wiles of Hollywood, not until now anyway. The debauchery that was kept well hidden: t
