Better off in Hollywood

"My name is Lola Fuentes I'm 25 years old and I'm an alcoholic. " That was one of the sentences I never wanted to hear myself say. Bu t I am after my father's death I moved in with Vic. I kept the house if you guys where wondering. I layer white sheets on everything, and left. I still keep the house key on my Keychain. For my mother I still don't know where she is nor do I care, and for my sister I don't know either. It's just me. Me and Vic. I honestly feel bad for him, having an alcoholic girlfriend. I don't know if he loves me or just pitty me. It's not like I sit at home all day. I get out time and time. I own a tatto shop called Blue Hub along with a clothing line also named Blue Hub. I don't tattoo anymore I just go in once in a while draw a little in my office, and pass out drunk. Vic usually picks me up around 8 pm when I go to the shop. He doesn't even fight it anymore.
"Lola" the group Councilor yelled,"Lola"
"What." I snapped I hate this but I agreed to come.
"Would you like to share with the group or I'm going to have to ask you to leave" she responded tapping her pen on her clipboard.
"No, I'll show myself out" I responded flatly .
I had no other choice than to walk home home since Vic dropped me off. The worst part of it was it was raining. After about 20 minutes of walking I finally made it home . I dropped my bag and sat on the sofa staring at the wall.
"Damn it Lola, every single time" he just looked at me in anger. I looked him in the eye's, and said " Why am I always running. I'm not an open book Vic. I'm not easy to read, but you always fine the answer Vic, Why can't it be you to fix me ." With that said I stood up, and walked up the stairs to the bathroom and shut the door letting myself slide down the wall.

Notes

I'm back I guess live you guys to the moon and beyond