Lance.
I go back into the house and it takes me a while to find Ford. I want to leave, at the end of it all, going for his game was a mistake. I want to win this fight but I don't know how I am going to win.
Ford smiles when he sees me. the beer bottle still in his grip. He hasn't drank anything from the bottle, maybe he is pretending again. He said he was done drinking. Maybe he doesn't want people to ask questions, so he is pretending to be drinking.
''Hi,'' he smiles as I walk closer to him.
''I want to leave,'' I tell him blatantly.
He furrows his brows in confusion, now reading my expression. He can tell that something is wrong. I am going to tell him what happened. There is no hiding this from him. the only way I can win this fight is with him. I am don't fighting my battles alone. That is why I have him in my life. he can be the shoulder I lean on.
I am not alone anymore.
