Capítulo 187: My Mother's Support

Ashton's POV

I couldn't believe I would be drinking so many beers, and I knew when to stop, but Isabelle was begging me to stop drinking even if I didn't feel drunk at all, and I wanted to drink more because I felt so angry with my dad that I wanted to forget even once that he was my father. My sister always wins; she ended up putting the cooler back into the back of the pick-up truck while my brothers were lying on the ground beside me.

"You can never convince me to sleep at our house tonight, Belle. There is no way I will go back in there," I mumbled after a while. When I opened my eyes, I saw my sister spread the picnic blanket, and she asked us to transfer to the blanket, but I could tell my brothers felt too tired to move from where they were lying.