Chapter 60

“I am trying…… but sometimes trying involves falling off your horse once or twice. Or sometimes, some shithead comes along and spikes your drink for shits and giggles, and then your family doesn’t fucking believe you.” I snap at her, hoping that going back to bed calms down the overwhelming nausea, rage, and pounding head so I can deal with my parents later.

“Sophie, stop right there.” My father’s commanding tone is a rare thing. I stop obediently, more from shock than anything that he might actually try to control wild little me in some paternal way this time and not let my past make him wimp out. He gets up and comes to meet me at the table where I am standing. “I know you are trying, and I trust that Emma is taking good care of you, but I think we should consider a live-in establishment for a little while until you can stop drinking. We should put our foot down with you because enough is enough.”

I blink at him in sheer stupefaction. I have no idea how to react. Prett