I eye him skeptically.
When I don’t say anything, he lets out a sigh. “Let’s just say that I will never let someone drive while they are this upset ever again. Okay? Look, I have Kid back there and he’s going to follow us so that I have a ride back,” he says gesturing over his shoulder.
Slowly I nod since I don’t think that I would be able to talk at the moment. He’s right. I shouldn’t drive when I’m close to sobbing and my body is shaking.
I hand him the keys and get in the passenger side.
I glance at the clubhouse as we pull away with a deep sadness as I lost a friend that I guess I never really had.
It was stupid to come here.
Then again, I have never been smart when it comes to making decisions.
Tyson “Torch”
I wake up with a pounding headache.
That’s nothing new.
I can barely remember the night before. I look around my room and it’s a complete mess. It looks like I went on a rampage and destroyed it last night.
What the fuck happened?
I let out a groan.
Fuck.
My door is thrown open and I immediately sit up, which only makes the pounding worse.
I look up and am about to ask what the fuck they think they are doing barging in.
When I stop cold.
My father walks in with a deadly glare on his face. Oh fuck, what did I do?
“You can’t remember, can you?” he says with a look of disgust.
“Remember what?” I ask, already knowing that this won’t be good.
“I don’t know where the fuck my son went, but the man you were last night, and the man staring back at me now with bloody hands and reeking of whisky, is not my son. This can’t go on much longer. If we were attacked right now, you would be fucking useless,” he says. I drop my head because I know that he’s right.
“Fuck, what do you want me to do? What did I do last night?” I ask.
His glare gets colder. “All I’m going to tell you is that you owe your mother a fucking apology.” Fuck, if I wasn’t his son, I would be dead and I know it.
I start to nod my head when he opens his mouth again. “And Camilla.”
Shit. This is bad.
I nod my head. “Okay.”
“Once you are up, I want you to get out. I can’t have this type of destructive behaviour in my club. There’s a difference between partying and being a drunk. You are well passed that line, and I can’t risk enemies coming to our door and have you shoot the wrong person because your drunk ass can’t handle a gun,” he says. I inhale sharply.
“Got it.”
With that, he leaves. I get up and make sure that I have what I need before I leave.
I don’t bother saying anything to anyone because I’m sure that they all heard.
My president pretty much said clean up or get out.
I went and fucked things up with my mom and with Camilla.
When I glance at my phone, I see all the messages that I sent her.
I silently curse and try to dial her number, but I’m automatically cut off.
Fuck. She blocked me; I just know it. Whatever happened, it was bad.
I head home since I’m not ready to face my mom, and head straight to the shower.
It doesn’t help when I can’t remember what I did or said, but fuck I need to find out.
Once I get out of the shower, I call my brother. He picks up, but the icy greeting has me cursing myself.
“Brother.”
“What did I do?” I ask.
“To mom, or to Camilla?” he says coldly.
I close my eyes. “Both.”
He proceeds to tell me everything that I said to my mom and Camilla. He was in his room with Olivia since Ella took the kids for the night and they spent the night at the club.
I’m an asshole.
Fuck.
Once he explains, he hangs up without giving me a chance to say anything.
How did this become my life?
I do what I do best and grab a bottle off the counter.
My life’s fucked already.
What more could happen?
Everyone already fucking hates me anyways.
I hiss at the burn as I swallow a mouthful.
There is no better time than this to forget everything.
If I’m lucky, I won’t remember this either.
Chapter Eleven
Tyson “Torch”
One week later…
I barely remember the last week. It was all a drunken haze.
I locked my doors and shut out the world.
There is something different about this morning though.
Usually I wake up in my bed, couch, or kitchen floor, but I feel cold air on my face.
The mornings are a bit chilly here this time of year.
I have no clue what woke me up yet.
Then, I hear a soft, innocent voice which has me closing my eyes in shame.
“Uncle, are you dead?” my nephew Hale asks.
I can’t believe my nephew is here. Why would he be at my house?
I open my eyes and cringe at the brightness of the sun. Fuck.
“Hale? What are you doing here, buddy?” I say in a raspy voice as my mouth is dry as fuck.
“What do you mean? I always play here before lunch time,” he says innocently.
I lift my head and look around in confusion.
I see my brother Steal’s house. Hale starts playing beside me. Olivia is getting Star settled in a play area in their backyard.
I scratch my head as I sit up. What the fuck am I doing here?
When Olivia turns to look
