All Chapters of Craving Mr. Cane: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I’m suffocating. My road to recovery is like a roller coaster ride. Some days I’m on the up, more than grateful to be alive. But there are days, the ones that suck me into a pit of despair that seems to be happening more frequently lately. Those days are the worst. A cloud hangs over me. No, a rainstorm thunders over my head, and nothing can get me out of it. The worst part is that I can’t seem to hide it anymore. The people around me tiptoe.My mom minces her words. More often than not, she chooses not to say anything at all for fear of triggering something. My friends put on a show. It’s as if every visit is a quest to pull out a laugh or just an amused smile from me. Sometimes I force myself, other times it’s more exhausting to keep up the facade. I love them dearly, but the need for solitude outweighs everything these days.Austin is unwittingly carrying the brunt of my ire. If Austin could carry me to the bathroom, he would. Hell, if he can walk in my stead, he would be so glad

Austin It’s a lousy fix. Everything that’s happening right now is a band-aid. Yet I’m powerless to change anything. Like a well-oiled machine, I go through the motions day in and day out. Like a series of episodes, the meetings and endless cycle of accomplishing tasks roll on. There is a slight deviation each day but nothing significant. It’s one thing after the next. Being the CEO means delegating everything to the right people. It means putting out fires if they fuck up. It means I rarely grease my hands anymore in what I love to do the most. Creating something out of nothing. Designing and building - it’s the stuff of life. One that I sorely miss. “Hey boss, thanks for gracing us with your presence. Finally!” Tommy said as he lifted his heavy face shield and turned the machine off. I swerved away to prevent the yellow sparks from setting my suit aflame. “Whoa there, gotta be careful, wouldn’t want the big man to burn his sparkly suit,” he added. “I’ve got another board me

Everything feels wrong. My days are all jumbled up. I go through the motions, merely existing. I hope that tomorrow will bring a better day but it seems that’s just what it is; hope.Nothing feels right anymore. There’s a knot that’s formed in my stomach that won’t go away. It squeezes me every which way. Especially when I hear Austin gently leaving the room beside ours. He isn’t mad. That’s what’s so crushing about it. He’s just distant, mostly non-combative in a way that he’d rather let me be than face any problems. He’s decided to stay at his study whenever he isn’t working downstairs.He comes home and works at night too. Maybe it’s his excuse to not see me. I don’t see my friends, I don’t see my mom. My only companion these days is Charlotte. Dinner is a quiet affair consisting of a mute Austin with a poker face. Eye contact is a rare thing nowadays. It’s a miracle if he asks me to pass the salad. It’s one of those dreary meals that we discussed an important matter. “I uhm…”

AustinRaw, unfiltered anger surged in me when I heard the news. The blind rage slices right through me, and once again, I see red when I hear anything about that piece of shit. Like a tightly wound coil, the frustration keeps my body locked in and ready to fight. Except this time, I’m sparring with unknown entities. Who the hell would free someone like that? What kind of twisted rationale could a politician have to use dangerous people for what, more votes? Scratch that, that’s exactly what they do. They take advantage of the advocacies and use them for PR—anything to push for their political gains. ‘You better have a good explanation for this,’ I threatened my lawyer. Knowing fully it wasn’t her fault but needing someone to blame. ‘And a full-proof plan, that scum is going to prison this time if you don’t want to be my criminal defense lawyer,’ I added for good measure. I don’t wait for her response and storm out of my office, messaging Olivia along the way. I need to formulate

They surrounded me on the bed. I never had many friends when I was younger and this, I imagined, would have been what sleepover with the girls looked like. Except there was a gay guy in the group, another girl was stuffing her face with cheesy pizza and another one was… “Are you finishing my bottle of scotch?!” I asked Rosie. “Yeah, I am. So that you won’t have some anymore.” Her glazed eyes and smirk made Andrea snatch the bottle away. “We don’t need you throwing up. We already have this one’s puke in there,” she scolded. Rosie took a slice of pizza instead. “Hey, I thought you were cooking us something?” she asked Charlie. “Of course, I just wanted to leave. Do I look like I know how to cook?” He raised his pretty long nails which was admittedly nice and I would have envied Charlie if my head wasn’t starting to ache again. I shook my head to stave off the dizziness but they noticed. “Here, eat some, O.” Rosie pushed the box of my favorite pepperoni pizza. At the sigh