CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

Few Week Later

Lance

I jumped out of my sleep. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was shaking like a leaf. I wiped my face with my hand, and took a deep breath. These nightmares are killing me. Every night I close my eyes I see that man standing over me with the gun in his hands, then he pulls the trigger, and when I wake up, I feel like I’m still waiting to wake up from another nightmare. I can’t get it out of my head. I need a drink. That would help, but Kendall refuses to give me my vodka, or at least whiskey. Something to get my mind off all this.

She claims medications and alcohol doesn’t go well together, but I doubt she knows what she’s talking about. There’s no use even arguing with her, she’s the most stubborn person, other than myself, that I’ve ever met. Although I don’t admit it to her, I’m more than grateful that she took the time out to help me despite everything I have done. I can’t bring myself to thank her to her face. I want to, but it’s so hard. How do I tell he