Chapter 155

Cassidy's POV

I hated when things didn't go as I planned. It was like I put every bit of effort into something and in one swift motion, it was all wiped out. Even before I had a drinking problem, I always had a problem with being in control.

Hiding it was what I normally did. I could mask my controlling personality by being excessively nice to patients. There was something about being at work that I could adjust better to. But when things got out of control, as they did on the night Brianna had her seizure, then I felt like I couldn't contain myself.

Slowly, I opened the door to my parent's bedroom and faced the inevitable. My parents were good people. They had put up with a lot over the years, and they did handle things very well. My biggest issue was that I just hated to disappoint them. The look in my father's eyes was the worst when I did something that he thought was wrong.

"Cassidy, is that boy a patient from your work?" my father asked me.