Before I Break by Portia Moore Read Free Book Online Page B

to be going through hell too. I sit down on my bed and rest my head in my hands.
    “What do I do? Where do I go from here?” I ask the people who helped me make every major decision in my life. My mom lets out a deep sigh.
    “T h—there’s something else we have to tell you son,” my mom says reluctantly.
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    “You need another one of these.” Lisa pours another shot of vodka in my glass, and I down it before finishing the rest of story. The room hasn’t started spinning yet, but my head is.
    “Right. When I thought things couldn't get any worse, they tell me not only did this jerk-off marry someone, but he got her pregnant too, which makes me the father.” I laugh, staring at the empty glass. I don’t usually drink much, but before telling her this story, I told her to pull out the bottle first. Her eyes are wider than they’ve been since I started the story of my life over the past twenty-four hours.
    “Whoa, I was going to say this was your last shot, but I think whiskey is in order.” She disappears behind the bar. She replaces my empty glass with the brown liquid from her bottle; it’s the kind my dad pulls out on special occasions... I lift my glass feeling a wide goofy smile on my face.
    “To me being a father!” I say sarcastically, and she bursts into laughter.
    “You are the father!” she says with fake enthusiasm. We laugh, clinking our glasses together. The good thing about alcohol is everything that sucks in your life seems hilarious. The sting of the whiskey burns five times worse than the vodka. I usually only have a beer or two, but with each drink, it’s as if each problem I picked up today disappears.
    “I wish...I could have been there to see the look on Jenna’s face when your wife showed up,” she says with a giggle. I shake my head. I wish they got along better since she’s my best friend and all, but that’s the least of my problems now.
    “She’s not my wife...I think?” I defend myself.
    “Te chnically you and this Cal guy are the same person,” she whispers as if she’s telling me a secret.
    “So that makes her your wife. ” She slaps me on the shoulder. I frown at her.
    “The good thing, though, is tomorrow you’re going to be way too hung over to care about any of this.” She cackles, and it’s suddenly as if my body weighs a thousand pounds. I was sitting upright on the couch but now I’m either lying down or the room has turned sideways.
    “What about after tomorrow. ” I hear myself starting to slur.
    “Ask sober Lisa. Druunk Lisa is going to bed.” She giggles as she shifts off the couch. She makes her way to turn off the light before she stumbles to her room. I turn myself on my back and watch the ceiling fan turn. It’s spinning so fast, and I could have sworn it was brown but now it’s black. I look around, and I’m not on Lisa’s couch anymore but in this huge bed with black sheets.  It’s daylight, and sun is shining in on my face. I stretch my arms outward and feel warm skin. I look down and see it’s on a thigh that’s barely covered with the sheet.  My eyes trail up the body, and I freeze when I see the girl’s face from earlier. Her eyes are still closed but her pink, plump lips curve into a seductive smile.
    “Sta y with me,” she purrs in my ear, her hand trailing up my naked leg. Oh shit! I try to move but I’m stuck. Her eyes are still closed but now she’s climbed on top of me.
    “I’ll make it worth your while,” she purrs in my ear, she smells so good, and she’s starting to kiss my neck as her hand grabs my...
    “C hristopher, get up!” My eyes open, and my dad is standing next to the sofa where I vaguely remember falling asleep. Was I just dreaming? It seemed more real than any dream I ever had. I can still feel her lips on me, the smell of her hair, how warm her skin was. I start to sit up but it’s as if gravity wants my head right here on the sofa. Ugh, my stomach feels like I’m on a roller coaster.
    “You