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Lexi

Had there ever been anyone as stupid as me in the history of the entire universe?

I severely doubted it.

Trey got up no less than three times during the night.

Yeah, he’d tried to be all stealthy and ninja-like.

But I’d heard him.

I knew the sound of a pill bottle.

Especially when someone was trying to be quiet about handling it.

Each time, he came back to bed and held me until he fell back to sleep again.

And, each time—I let him.

Because I was officially the biggest idiot who ever lived.

I’d gotten so caught up in how Trey had insisted on following me back home. Even though I told him a hundred times I didn’t want him to—he still flew with me and handled all the hard stuff.

At one point on the plane, I was so worried and exhausted, that he’d put his arm around me. Then he insisted I use him as a pillow. Which I did.

When we arrived home, the poor guy had no idea what he was walking into.

How could he?

I hadn’t said a word about my dad’s problem.

Not many people knew.

And since Trey and I were getting a divorce anyway—there really wasn’t any point in telling him.

I’d watched his face change when he saw Dad on the couch, with all his favorite things spread out on the coffee table.

A demented part of me thought maybe it would be good for him to see Dad like that.

Someone who’d been fighting addiction for years.

For as long as I could remember.

Of course, we helped Dad hide it from the rest of the world. The chance of his endorsement deals falling through once they found out about his—issues—was pretty much guaranteed.

Not to mention his reputation.

He helped with coaching young kids, worked on several charities, and had a social calendar like no other.

So, when these crappy times came, and he fell off the wagon—we dealt with it.

After Mom died, I dealt with it.

Luckily, I’d been around to help more times than I could count by then.

Sometimes, all it took was a few days to a week of drying out.

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