Chapter 9

Brian’s POV

“Brian, stop drinking. You’ve got to control yourself, please,” Janelle said with pleading eyes, but I ignored and kept the pace.

They were always busy. All the time, they never considered what I wanted.

I really hoped to see them. I wanted to be the ideal son they ever had. I studied pretty hard to get their attention. I even tried my best to run the company so they could notice me, but they seemed rather uninterested.

“We can’t make it, Brian.”

“I’m sorry, son, maybe next time,” they kept on saying.

They never really cared if I existed or if I’ll get hurt in the end.

I gulped the s******** down my throat and poured more for myself.

I couldn’t help it. They made me like this, and I really don’t regret it. So I spent my entire life flirting with women, and I was never really satisfied, but I couldn’t help it.

“Brian, drop this,” she said, grabbing the bottle from my hands and placing it on the counter.

I took an