Living on Borrowed Time

Chapter Twenty One

I could have left the pub, I really could have. I should have gone back home and sorted things out with my family, but I didn’t. Instead I sat back down at that bar, and did they only thing I knew how to these days—I ordered another drink.

Then another, then another.

This had been a stupid mistake; I should never have come back here. Now I’d fallen out with my family, yelled at my friend, and I felt shittier than ever. Again, I’d messed up my second chance, and of course I had no idea what to do about it.

Maybe if I was a better person, I could have sorted all of this out. But I wasn’t, and I never would be.

I just couldn’t stop myself from acting rashly, even when I knew the consequences were going to be unbearable and long-lasting. What the hell was wrong with me? I dwelled on that q