Andy's POV

I woke up crying again.

I sat up and wiped the sweat off my face.

It was all my fault...

All mine...

I may as well have killed my wife and I deserted my kids...

My band...

My fans...

All for some whore...

I ruined my career.

My life.

I ruined their's.

All because I couldn't keep it in my pants.

All I wanted to do was roll over and cuddle my sleeping wife, knowing that our kids were just across the hall.

But I ruined that.

I did.

Me.

I put on some music going through my ear buds and attempted to drift off back to sleep.

But I kept having the dream.

I looked at the clock, seeing it was 3:07am.

I sighed and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

I picked up my phone and texted Jacob.

Me: Hey buddy. Are you still up? I can't sleep.

He texted back in a couple of minutes.

Jake: Yeah dad. What's up?

I got up and got dressed, slipping my shoes on.

Me: Up for a drive? I can't sleep and I'm guessing you can't either.

Jake: Sure. I'll be up.

I smiled as I ran downstairs, grabbing the car keys and heading out of the door.

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I got there in about 45 minutes and texted Jake again.

Me: I'm outside.

I waited a few minutes before Jake came out of the front door, closing it carefully so he wouldn't wake anyone.

He ran out and got in the car.

"Hey man. You all good?" I asked.

"Yup. Where to?" He asked.

"I don't care. Your choice." I smiled.

"McDonalds? There's a twenty-four hour one about twenty minutes from here." Jake suggested.

I smiled. "Awesome."

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We got to the McDonalds and grabbed some food, the sat down in the car.

"Aw man, my car's gunna stink of McDonalds for weeks." I chuckled a sigh.

"I suggested to sit in the restaurant, but you said no. So this is your fault." Jake retorted.

I chuckled and ate a fry.

When we'd finished Jake suggested going to the beach for a walk.

Once we'd got back to Huntington Beach, we got out and got the towels in the trunk and went onto the beach.

It's always useful having towels in your trunk when living ten minutes from the beach. Just in case.

"Wanna go for a swim instead?" I smirked.

Jake nodded.

"Race ya!" He shouted, starting to run.

"You're on!" I called back, running just as fast.

We dropped our towels half way between the car and the ocean, stripping from all clothes other than underwear as we ran.

Jake tripped up as he was trying to take off his skinny jeans and run at the same time, which I found hilarious, but he got up and kept running.

We splashed each other until Jake got bored.

Then he dived under the water.

I had no idea where he went...

Then I was tripped up...

I sank into the water, but kicked until I was above water again.

"Dude!" I whined.

He chuckled.

"Pussy."

I gasped.

"Douche."

"Bitch."

"Asshole."

"Bastard."

"Almost true..." I paused.

"Dude!" Jake whined.

I laughed, making him laugh and we had another water war before getting out and dry.

I dropped Jake off home and made my way back to my house.

"This turned out good." I mumbled to myself as I put my keys on the coffee table.

I went and took a shower before going back to bed, falling into a deep and easy sleep.