*Olivia*
“Maybe you should slow down a bit,” Dahlia remarked timidly.
She stared at me with blatant worry on her face, watching as I paced back and forth on the patio with a bottle of some kind of alcohol in my hand.
“Fuck that,” I cursed, shutting my eyes tightly as I guzzled down whatever was in the bottle. Bourbon? Whiskey? Hell if I knew.
It had taken all of five seconds after leaving the sorry excuse of a sperm donor that was father to the hands of Gio before I decided I could not spend the rest of this night sober. Gio had severely cut back on his alcohol collection for the sake of our son, but that didn’t mean he completely got rid of it.
Our son….
I swallowed the bitter liquid, letting it run down my parched throat, and hit the empty well that was my stomach. I hadn’t eaten all day, not since dinner last night, and though I knew it was a bad idea to drink this much on an empty stomach, I couldn’t give a damn right now.
