Chapter 19

Why would Wills want to be involved with someone like me? He was the epitome of the clean-cut, all-American boy who could get whoever he wanted. Why would he want me?

But if he ever turned his back on me…I didn’t think I’d survive it.

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My face was wet with tears when I woke up. I was sprawled on the couch, tangled up in the throw. What…Oh, yeah, I remembered. I’d dreamed that Wills used a misunderstanding as an excuse to walk away from what we had.

Although wasn’t alcohol supposed to help you forget?

I clapped a hand over my mouth to keep the whiskey I’d had the night before from spewing all over the couch. We’d used the money Pretty Boy and Spike had earned from tricking with Delilah to buy it, and I didn’t want to replace it so soon. My head pounding didn’t help in any way whatsoever.

Added to that my nose was clogged and I had to breathe though my mouth, which tasted as if it had been stuffed with old gym socks.