Allison’s POV
I glanced at the wall clock, hearing it ticking slowly. That sound always made me nervous, I bounced my legs while staring at the closed door.
I had missed months of appointments, physically I was great, but mentally I was a mess. Like drinking away my problems, I stopped before, but this time it was getting out of my hands.
I was falling back into my addiction. Yesterday was my father’s death anniversary, and I got carried away. I drank nearly everything in the pantry, and I forgot Jordan living with me now.
He helped me sober up, then gave me the same pep talk he once gave me when I tried to take my life.
Maybe I was too drunk to notice the dullness in his eyes as he brought that wicked memory.
I heard my name being called, pulling me out of yesterday’s events.
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