"My inspiration was her."
Mackenzie couldn't help but get angry at the thought of spending the summer with her famous brother and away from her home team.
She was 23 for God's sake.
But with her encounter with her brother's bandmate and best frien...
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"You have to tell him." Evie looked at me before taking a scoop of ice cream.
"What do I say?" I groaned, "Hi, I know you told me to delete your number but I'm pregnant with your child regardless whether you cheated on me or not."
"I don't know...yea?"
I threw myself into the couch and groaned once more.
"Are you going to tell him?" Evie asked, this time joining me on the couch, "—move your feet bitch."
"Of course I have to. There's just one problem." I told her, sitting upright, " He doesn't want anything to do with kids."
"Well that sucks to suck for him doesn't it? He needs to build a bridge and get over it." She rolls her eyes, "It takes two to tango."
I slap her and laugh at the horror on her face, "If you're going to be more abusive than usual when you're pregnant consider me gone for the next 9 months."
"Okay okay. I'll try not to." I grinned, "No promises though."
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I watched as they began to set the stage up.
I felt like absolute shit and my head was all fucked up.
Regardless, I made my way to the trailer parked outside the arena.
Mackenzie officially left a week ago.
I've gone back to the way I was before her, except worse.
My alcohol tolerance was dangerously high and my limits weren't exactly set in stone anymore. I smoked cigarettes and vaped a lot more than I used to and with chronic pain and marijuana, everything was a shitstorm.
I guess when all that matters leaves you for better or for worse, you begin to spiral down until you hit rock bottom.
There was nothing keeping me sane anymore.
I took the Ziploc from the drawer inside the trailer and rolled myself a blunt before stepping outside to light it.
As I took my first hit, I took my phone and looked at the voicemail I let go through a couple days ago.
