Ivan
"Stay awake!" Vince complained, shoving my side as I dozed off again. "I don't want you up all night."
"I'm not a pup," I grumble, exhausted and finally able to sleep. It was the truck's movement and not having to drive myself. "If you want me to take over, I need a nap."
"Fine," He gave up without a fight, which bothered me. The problem was I was so tired. I've been sober for less than twelve hours, and I'm ready to crawl into a ball and die.
I've tried so many times to get clean. The people who know think I don't, but they're wrong. I don't want this anymore. My existence is nothing but suffering, but I don't know how to stop it. Every time I try, I get lost again and don't know why. It's driving me crazy, but I'm afraid to ask for help.
"It's cold," I complain, my body shaking but not from the AC. "Turn it off."
