He sat quietly and worked on his bottle of vodka. He wasn't going to sleep but maybe this way he wouldn't think. Maybe this way he wouldn't spin his wheels about how completely unprepared he was to be a father, since that is what it felt like Carrie was saying.
The kid was doomed if he or she had to go through life with a walking dead man as a father. There was no getting around that. Maybe he should just turn himself in, tell them that he coerced her, forced her to break him out. They'd believe it.
He took another pull from the bottle and leaned his head back, eyes closed. Every possible bad ending to this rolled through his head, now that he was alone with his thoughts. Carrie deserved so much better than him, just like Jess and his kids had deserved better than him. Maybe it would have been better if he'd just died in that whole.
He sniffled softly and reached up to wipe the tears from his face. Then it was back to the bottle, back to trying to drown what he wanted to shoot.
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Date: 2014-07-10 06:41 am (UTC)The kid was doomed if he or she had to go through life with a walking dead man as a father. There was no getting around that. Maybe he should just turn himself in, tell them that he coerced her, forced her to break him out. They'd believe it.
He took another pull from the bottle and leaned his head back, eyes closed. Every possible bad ending to this rolled through his head, now that he was alone with his thoughts. Carrie deserved so much better than him, just like Jess and his kids had deserved better than him. Maybe it would have been better if he'd just died in that whole.
He sniffled softly and reached up to wipe the tears from his face. Then it was back to the bottle, back to trying to drown what he wanted to shoot.