I make it to the bar my mom said she was at, and it doesn't take me long to find her inside as her eyes instantly meet mine.

"Evan!" She comes running into me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. "My baby boy really came!"

I cringe away once I smell a strong stench of alcohol hit me in the face, coming straight from her mouth.

Pulling away, she looked worse than the last time I saw her, when she was detoxing at the clinic, I last saw her in, but it never sticks, she was back on the wagon, and completely piss drunk.

"Mom, sit down, you can barely stand." I hiss out annoyed, guiding her to a seat.

She shoves herself away from me and stumbles backward until she grips the edge of the bar for support

She slams her hand down on the bar, barely standing.

"NEXT ONES ON US!" She yells out, causing everyone inside to raise their drinks and cheer at her.

What the fuck is she doing? "Mom, that's enough." I sit her down. "I told you already, I don't have money." I hissed out, causing her to wave me off passively.

"What are you saying?" She giggles. "You're so stingy baby, you need to loosen up."

I feel my blood start to boil just as a man wraps his arm around my mom's neck and kisses her on her breast, making me grimace back in disgust.

"Not in front of my boy." She laughs, throwing her head back, causing the greasy man with long hair to look at me.

"Roy this is my son, Evan!" She exclaims with a drunk grin.

"Isn't he a handsome one, he got it all from me!"

I rub my forehead, feeling a migraine coming on as the man 'Roy' holds his dirty hand out to me.

"Call me dad, we're family now kid." He says, pulling me into a hug.

I push him off me as soon as he pulls me in, moving away from the bar, and him.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" I ask, my hand twitching as I look at my mom. "What is he talking about?" I demand, seconds from losing my shit.

This is one sick joke she's playing, either way, I don't find this funny, not one bit.

She says nothing, but holds her hand out to me, displaying a diamond ring on her wedding finger, with a diamond the size of a grain of sugar.

"We just got married!" He squealed. "We're celebrating!"

"I'm officially Mrs. Judy Conway as of today!" She states proudly, taking a drink of vodka and lime.

I can't even form a word as it feels like my head is about to explode at what the hell, I'm hearing.

"Be a sport son and pay the bill, we're family now eh!" Roy slaps me on the back, making my mom giggle.

"The fuck did you say?"

My whole body shakes as I take a step back, not wanting to be here anymore as I feel vomit creeping its way u my throat.

I walk away and outside of the bar as I try and take in the fresh air, and not choke the living hell out of Roy for the way he spoke to me, demanding money like he fucking knows me.

If I didn't get out of there, I would have been neck-deep into punching the hell out of that fucker.

What the hell does she think she's doing? I have to wonder, after everything I've done for her, only to carelessly shove her old ways back into my face, demanding money.

The amount of money and time I've invested into getting her sober, and for what? This whole scene feels like a slap in the face to all and everything I've done for her.

She might as well stab me in the fucking back while she takes another chub of her drink.

I can't be here- if I go back in now, I will actually kill the guy, or worse, say something to my mom I'd regret later on.

I gather myself and walk away, just as my phone starts ringing in my pocket.

Taking it out of my pocket, I answer it.

"What?" I snap out, angry as hell.

"Is that how you always answer the phone?" A deep voice speaks, making me stop walking. "Well, Mr. Beckett?"

Donovan Steele... fuck.

I really can't talk to him when I'm in this state, nor do I feel like having sex, I honestly just felt like screaming.

"Look I can't do this right now, I'm in the middle of something." I close my eyes and grip my hair. "I actually think I'm about to have a nervous breakdown." I nervously laugh, trying to calm myself down as I grip my head in my hands.

A voice yells my name from down the road and turning I see that it's my mom, heading my way.

"Fucking hell." I sigh. "We'll talk later, I need to go." I say, then hang up on him.

I walk toward my mom and stare coldly at her. "What the hell are you playing at?" I scream in her face.

"Do you know how humiliating that was for me? Do you even fucking care?" I ponder, not giving a shit if people are staring as they pass.

"Is this how you repay me, after everything I've done for you?" I helplessly ask, my chest tightening.

I grunt out and turn around, trying to calm myself down, but all I feel like doing is yelling at her some more, then turn around and never see her face again.

"Baby don't hate me." She tries to touch me, but I swat her hand away from me. "I just need 600, and then I'll go... I promise baby, that's all I need."

I scoff and then laugh as I rub my forehead. "It's 600 today and then 600 next week." I shake my head.

She's never going to change, not as long as she keeps meeting these fucking lowlife men, dragging her down into the alcohol, and drugs.

"You must think I'm so fucking gullible."

"Evan, I'm your mommy, of course, I don't." She tries to say sweetly, standing in front of me. "I know you have it, being a big-shot actor on the TV now."

"600, I promise, and then I'll go away." Her eyes are desperate and all I can do is stare, dumbfounded.

I laugh out darkly, knowing how wrong she is right now, I am far from what she thinks I am, but that still doesn't stop her from seeing the reality.

Fucking hell, what a nightmare this is turning out to be.

I don't have 600 fucking dollars, I don't even have money on my card until I get paid for an episode, which hasn't even been filmed yet, there's no way I can give her 600 right now.

All the money I get goes towards the loan Donovan made, as a condition of my contract, it's the only reason he took me on as a client, that I'd be paying him back.

Donovan, being the only person, I knew who had money to waste, and me, having no willpower in me to ask any of my friends, not after I just paid them all back the money, they lend me.

"Evan..." My mom whines.

"Fine." I hiss out, shaking her off me. "Wait there." I say, walking away and dialing Donovan's private number.

I feel sick to my guts with shame at how I'm going to have to beg him for money, just when things were starting to get good for me.

The call rings three times then he picks up, but he doesn't say anything.

"I need some money." I force out, clenching my jaw. "I know... it's a lot to ask, and I don't know who else I can ask but you."

"I need $600." I force out, hating myself with each passing second.

He says nothing and I start to feel like this was a huge mistake. "Just this once, I swear."

My phone pings so I move my phone from my ear and see that money had been sent to my account, $600 exactly, from an account I didn't recognize, but only known to be from Donovan.

I swallow hard. "Tha-"

Donovan hangs up and I'm left standing there feeling like the worst human being ever, no... I feel like utter shit, worse than shit, like a pathetic excuse of a man with little to no pride.

I ping my mom the money Donovan sent me and then showed her my phone as proof, making her eyes go wide and her mouth spread widely in joy as if she'd just won the freaking lottery.

"I knew you had it." She says, as she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me on the cheek, before moving away.

"Love you, my baby boy." She says before stumbling back down the path and heading back into the bar.

I slump against the brick wall of a building, feeling defeated and like I just aged by a hundred years.

My phone rings and I look at my phone to see I got a text, instantly making me pale when I read whose it is from, and what they say.

ᴅᴏɴᴏᴠᴀɴ: I'm at your apartment, get here

ᴅᴏɴᴏᴠᴀɴ: Now