The Past Self

Before I can go back to Allison, a hand grabs my arm and pulls me to him. My father.

I know better than to make a scene, so I don't ask what the fuck is his problem. I just follow him to the bar where Lily was sitting only a couple of minutes ago. Now she's on a couch, texting someone.

"How's Berenice?" I ask before we both order a drink. My dad looks around us before giving me a tired look, "That bad?"

"Lily is out of control," he whispers, grabbing his drink and finishing it in just one big gulp. I sip mine, "I have no idea how to approach that situation and Berenice is reaching hysterical territory."

"So?" I ask, but I already know what he's going to say. He always does the same shit.

"You have to help me fix it," he says. Of course. I'm nothing if not his life-fixer, "Talk to her. Just be like: ‘Stop, girl, get your life together’."

"You really think she'll listen to me?"

"You were quite close once upon a time, no?" He asks, frowning, "I seem to remember you two always being toget