I miss alcohol.
The craving claws against my stomach every day.
And being in this rehab center doesn’t help.
No one understands how it feels to not be able save someone you love.
I had to watch Macy’s demise.
How she screamed for me to help her.
I hear those screams. They echo in my head. A song on repeat.
And a patient here, Sunnie, she tries to make me feel better.
She reads a damn book to me every chance she gets, and it grinds my nerves.
Who the hell is that happy? She makes me want to drink.
Then, she shares her pain, and I realize her bright disposition is a mask.
I find myself wanting to make her smile, to make her happiness permanent.
Nothing is ever that easy.
She and I have a common enemy.
My nightmare has been released from prison.
Her nightmare is the reason why he is free.
I want to be done with the MC after they made me go to rehab.
But Sunnie deserves retribution.
Macy deserves to finally rest in peace.
They write about gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women they love.
If you have the same itch, their alpha males should fix that.