Page 48 of Blackout: Book Two

I drop my head into my hands and I fucking cry.

I cry for the woman I love.

For the baby growing inside of her.

And for a fleeting second, I want to escape.

I want to drown my sorrows in a bottle of booze.

I want to tie a tourniquet around my arm and shoot my veins to kingdom come.

But more than anything, I just want to go home.

I don’t want to be an addict anymore.

I want to be the man worthy of their love.

I want to kiss my wife and hold my daughter in my arms.

For her to know my voice and how much I fucking love her.

Pushing myself out of the chair, I stride towards the door and pull it open. I make my way out of the main building and trek across the grounds to the dormitory. When I finally reach my room, I lock myself inside and sit in front of the computer. I create two email accounts. One for my wife and one for my daughter, deciding I’ll give the password to her on her eighteenth birthday.

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