She woke up next to him, just like every morning since 10 years. She could smell his fresh scent since he was laying so close to her, she stretched herself and rolled in his arms. Without even opening his eyes, he embraced her into his arms, a little smile showed up onto their faces. A second later, a browned headed little boy showed into their room, just like every morning. He jumped onto the bed and kissed his mother and father. They never felt so happy..

She woke up in tears, knowing that this could have been a beautiful dream but she was back to reality.. She wiped her silent tears and didn't realize where she was yet. But she remembered the place, she used to make love with the same exact man from her nightmare. She looked next to her, she was laying next to him, just like in her dream. But the only difference was that he hated her for what she've done.. She went out of bed and headed downstairs to find he adoptive father, drinking a coffee and reading the journal. She sighed as she sat next to him.

"What's going on?" He asked, worried about her.

"This is going to be harder than I thought.." She answered as she looked down at her hands, she noticed that little bracelet he gave her years ago, she was always wearing it. She would always put it on, every morning. It had become an automatic. She even forgot about it...

Brian's POV

I woke up in my childhood bedroom, awful taste in mouth. Feeling the missing of nicotine and cocaine rushing through my veins. Without thinking, I just took my pack and ran downstairs to smoke one. I slept in my clothes so I had nothing to worry about. As soon as I was downstairs, I saw her sexy red hair, making me realize that she was still here, she didn't run away. My dad looked at me, I didn't do anything just headed outside, to smoke my morning cigarette. I searched everywhere, if I had still cocaine on me. Nothing, just an empty bag. I finished my cigarette and hurried back inside.

"Can you bring me home please?" I asked my dad without even looking at Hayley who was sitting next to him. Ignoring her would make me feel better, at least I hoped so. He sipped his coffee and answered.

"Not sure it's such a good idea. Why don't you stay here just for a little while? It would make you feel better and I would feel better to know that you in security here with me."

I couldn't believe what he was saying, I wasn't 10 years old anymore. I knew that if I stayed there I would have gone crazy, and with her even more. I stayed calm and just said.

"Listen, I know what you're trying to do, but trust me you don't have to this for nor being around me any longer. Get busy with your things, I'll fix mine alone. I'm totally able to do it on my own."

I lied, I needed help but I couldn't handle seeing my dad hurt like this. Cold sweat was running down my forehead and neck. I started shivering, at this point they could really noticed that I was missing my incredible fluel, which was cocaine.

"I've had enough to see you destroy yourself like this. If I let you go now, the next thing I'll get to know about you is that somebody would have found you dead somewhere from an overdose of drugs." He said looking directly into my eyes.

The reality hit me like an arrow directly into my heart. It hurts. I just liked so much my dignity that I couldn't show them how weak I was and I needed someone to get me out of this hell. As I swallowed back my uncontrollable tears I noticed that she was crying too. I couldn't keep in inside anymore. I fell on my knees and sobbed. I felt my dad's hand onto my shoulder, there for me. Like always.

Notes

I'M BACK, the only thing I have to say! Hope you enjoy xx