Chapter 34 : Baby, I'm Gunna Leave You

Kenny’s POV

I make a stop at the house before I end up here. With you.

It wasn’t hard finding Dad’s liquor—how hard was it to find gold in the pockets of a rich man?

And Dad was loaded—richer than kings of old with his servants Johnnie Walker and the illustrious green-suited Tanqueray. Rich in a way that left me swaying with two empty bottles and one full one for you. I know, I know—I’m gettin’ it all ass-backward. You’d never liked alcohol – couldn’t touch it, smell it, even think about it. In your house, when the trailer was as bright, shiny, and chrome-coated as your future, the poison never entered your home.