Returning to Brayden's house, I decided to confide in him about what was going on with me. I have told professionals about my drinking but I never told anyone close to me about it. I was ashamed of it and I didn't want anyone to know that I drink vodka like it's medicine for my mind. However, I trusted Brayden.
“Hey, Brayden?" I said hesitantly as I turned to look at him and he raised an eyebrow. I gulped. Was I really ready to tell him something that was so personal? “Um, well, I–
I interrupted myself and sighed in annoyance. This was so frustrating. I was too afraid despite knowing that Brayden would never judge me for it.
“Macey, I told you about what happened when I lost Brenna right?" Brayden suddenly said to me. I turned toward him and nodded, remembering how he coped with hook-
