Chase has been in his room for a couple hours now after the kids left the house. I've been worried sick. Quite literally, I threw up in the bathroom once. This is nothing out of the ordinary however.

We've all knocked on his door a couple of times. Each time he's told us to go away. We all know he's drinking, I've tried to hide the alcohol, but he has a trained nose for it.

I hid it in the toilet once, and he still found it and picked it up. I've hid it in every room, outside, high in a tree I couldn't even reach myself, (I had Marvin help me) he found it all. There was no hiding it from him.

If there was no alcohol in the house, he would go buy some, no doubt telling his sad story to many unfortunate cashiers.

He would lock himself in his room for days after his children left, sometimes a whole week. He would lock his door, and refuse to let anyone in, and would search the house everytime he ran out of alcohol.

I made sure to leave him food for each meal, but I never found anything taken off the plate, it was always left untouched.

I continued to leave him food for the next few days, knocking on his door and waiting for the "go away" to come.

Three days in, Chase stopped responding, I continued to knock on his door for an hour, but he didn't say anything.

Immediately I assumed he would be dead, so I broke down the door to make sure he was okay.

When I got in, his bottle was on the floor, shattered, he was completely spaced off, with no emotion on his face, and he wasn't responding to me breaking down his door.

"Chase?"

No response.

And that's the third chapter! I wrote this at the same time as the last chapter. I have part of the next chapter already written, and I'm planning on continuing to work. Hope you enjoyed! Sorry for missing a couple uploads, I'm posting the two I missed and the next chapter to try to make up for it. I'm trying to remember to write this!