Finding A Way by T.E. Black Read Free Book Online

small giggle.
    It’s the cutest fucking giggle I have ever heard. Normally women that giggle piss me off. There’s nothing more annoying than trying to get off and the bitch can’t stop giggling like a twelve-year-old, but with her I swear I could listen to that sound until I die. I blow out a breath, laying my head in my hands. I feel like an asshole all over again.
    "I didn't mean to..."
    I’m cut off by her sitting up and shuffling over to my side of the bed, opening her arms and inviting me inside them. What the hell is she doing? I start asking her, but she interrupts me quickly. I snap my mouth shut.
    "It's a hug Mac. It's something friends do, and assuming we're friends now, I'm expecting one from you. So, come here and accept my peace offering, tough guy."
    The smile which breaks across her face as I lean in to accept her offer mesmerizes me once again. If I had her, no amount of time would ever be enough. I want every single piece of this girl. The good, the bad, and the crazy. My heart swells inside my chest when her small arms wrap around my midsection. This girl isn't just hot. She's beautiful, kind, and funny.
    And as much as I try to tell myself I only want her for one night, the truth is…I'm completely fucked.
     

 
    “You only give it up when you want to, Callie! It's bullshit. I'm a man for fuck’s sake. You talk all this game about loving me, but it’s fake!"
    He slams back his rum and coke, pouring a second glass not even a moment later. The liquid beads on the side of the frosted glass, dripping onto the skin between his thumb and forefinger before sliding down the length of his tense arm.
    "Can you please stop drinking? You said you would stop a month ago and you're still doing it, Derrick! I love you but not when you're drunk."
    His nostrils flare, and I can tell his buzz from the first drink already kicked in.
    Derrick has a temper when he drinks, and that's one of the main reasons I want him to stop it all together. He runs his hand through his hair frustrated by my calling him out before slamming back the second drink with such force I'm afraid the glass will break.
    "You're right Cal. I'm a piece of shit alcoholic and that's all I'll ever be. You're so much better than me. It's clear as fucking day now!"
    "That's not what I was saying Derrick! I'm saying you have everything going for you, and you're willing to throw it all away over a cheap bottle of bourbon! I'm saying this because I love you dammit! You're going to kill yourself one of these days!"
    His eyes stare daggers into me, and at the flick of the wrist his crystal glass is flying through the kitchen where it hits the wall shattering into pieces around us. It’s metaphorical almost.
    Derrick mutters a slew of curse words under his breath, snatching his keys off of the counter quickly. He stalks out of the room heading toward the front door, and in my gut I know he's leaving. This is what he does. He'll leave for a few hours, get wasted at a bar, then come home groveling for me to forgive him. And I will. Because although he's a drunk, he's owned my heart since ninth grade. Because while people think a relationship takes two to tango, all the relationship needs is one person to be stronger than the other. Two can live on as long as one gives a little more than the other. Loving someone is a selfless act, and while movies and books give you hope that there's a prince waiting for you around any corner, the truth is most of the time there won't be a prince to save you. Save yourself, and try to save the one you love in the process. You have to take care of yourself before anyone else will do it for you.
    My eyes fly open, my chest heaving under the weight of my dream. Tears sting my eyes like it’s the first time I’ve had to live it all over again. How many times is this going to happen? How many times am I going to wake up in the middle of the night, only to remember the worst day of my life?
    Dr. Flynn may have tried to help me