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I walk downstairs feeling like a new man. Pushing my way through the crowded party in my living room, I slip into the kitchen to grab a beer. It's amazing how one person can change everything. No amount of drugs I've taken in the last few months ever came anywhere near making me feel like this.
So alive.
So content.
Like I rose from the ashes of rock bottom and am ready to fly.
“E,” Zayn calls as he comes toward me. “How's Tess? She okay?”
My grin stretches from ear to ear. “Couldn't be better.We couldn't be better.”
He cocks a brow at me. “You mean you two...”
“Yep.” I tilt my head back as I take a long swig of beer. “I think we're going to make it this time. I have a good feeling about it.”
“Damn,” he says. “I thought she was still all hung up on her teacher.”
Even the mention of that guy has the ability to make my smile falter. If I had known Tessa would move on as fast as she did, I never would have left in the first place. But none of that matters now, because she's mine again, and I won't let anything get in the way of us.
“Being as she's naked in my bed right now, I'd say she's over his ancient ass.”
He snorts. “Twenty-eight isn't ancient.”
“Whatever.” I wave it off and start heading for the stairs again. “I'd love to stay and chat, but I'd rather get back to my girl.”
“Easton,” he says, grabbing my attention as I'm three steps up.
I stop and turn back around to face him. “What?”
“Just be careful.” His words are more a warning than an order. “She seems pretty fragile lately.”
“Have you met Tessa? Fragile is the last thing I'd use to describe her.”
Leaving him behind me, I take the stairs two at a time and head down the hall. As soon as I get back in my room, I notice the door to my bathroom is shut. A feeling of dread sits in the pit of my stomach that I can't seem to shake.
“Tess?” I call, knocking on the door, but there's no response. “Tessa?”
Nothing.
The realization that I told her where to find my stash hits me like a truck and panic sets in. My fist pounds on the door as I scream her name.
“Tessa!”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
With all the strength I have, I rear back and start kicking the door.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The wood breaks into pieces as I finally get it to open, but there's no relief from finally getting inside. My heart sinks as I find Tessa on the floor, a near-empty bottle of vodka clutched in her hand and her head slumped to the side. For a second I hope she's just drunk, until my eyes land on the empty prescription bottle in the sink—the same one that was full of oxycodone just a couple hours ago.
“No, no!” I shout, dropping to my knees and taking her face in my hands.
“Tessa? Tessa!” I tap her cheeks to try to get a response, but all I get is an empty look in her eyes. “Answer me!”
