I cried myself to sleep that night, how could I not? As I tossed and turned, all I could hear were the sounds of my parents shouting in anger from their bedroom. I wanted to just wind back time to when I was at college and I had the freedom to just be who I was. The urges to drink were still here because of the arguing and it's causing me more pain and annoyance.
I felt guilty as I took a big sip from my vodka bottle once more and told myself it would be okay because I'm going to get help. I told myself it will be alright because Brayden said it was okay and he had welcomed me with open arms.
I remember calling him as soon as I got home with tears running down my face and it was so hard to talk through my sobs. “Bray–Brayden they–they are kicking me out," I sobbed hopelessly, “This…isn't
