Chapter 222

Blake's POV

For two days now, I haven't set foot out of the house, nor have I had any alcohol. I have been locking myself up in my room, only leaving to go get my meals and carry them back to my room.

I've been thinking alot on what that sweet stranger told me the other day, and also considering what my mom said.

I should move on and break this cycle that I am in. Always angry, drunk or having a massive hangover.

When I walk into the kitchen, mom doesn't hear me, so when I clear my throat, it startles her and she jumps, nearly dropping the spatula she's holding. She's cooking scrambled eggs. I know those are mine, since she loves her eggs sunny side up.

"Morning," I say while I scratch my cheek and sit on a stool on the island.

She looks surprised that I even spoke to her.

"Good morning, son. How are you feeling today?" she asks and goes ahead to serve the scarmbled eggs on to a blue plate and places it in front of me. Then she adds some toast and bacon to the plate and she places a g