Wicked 5

Chelsea

The wake, if you could call it that was little more than a bunch of rowdy bikers congregating on the clubhouse. And like anytime they started drinking en masse it quickly went from sober and melancholy to loud and rambunctious.

It would have pissed me off if it hadn’t given me the perfect opportunity to sneak off into a lonely corner with a bottle of vodka I had squirrelled away.

I had never really been a big drinker, mainly because my father had always frowned upon it but now seemed a good time to take it up. Hell, I might even take up smoking.

Ruin was to busy to really notice me. He had his own family. An old lady and a kid as well. As much as he loved me, he didn’t really have time to babysit me. I was too old for that anyway. Old enough to drink and drive. Hell, I was old enough to get married if I wanted to. Which I didn’t.

All I had to do was get today and tonight out the way and then I would step out into the world by myself. I would be an adult instead of a prince