Chapter 1
I walked into the large office building in the same black dress I wore last night, sunglasses covering my eyes, the sound of my own heels clicking against the floor irritating my already throbbing headaches.
"Well, well, well, is that time already?" The man behind the desk, Gerry, laughed as I just 'shhh'ed him, walking up to his desk.
"Do you have a mint?" I mumbled, rubbing my head as he just laughed loudly.
"What did you do, drink the whole bar?" He laughed, handing me the whole pack as I just shrugged, popping a couple of mints in my mouth before handing the pack back to the man who's known me since I was a kid before I was like this. "Georgia, you need to stop doing this. I want to see once for a good reason, not because Hal is calling you home because you went on a bender," he huffed as I nodded, clearing my throat.
"Yeah, I know," I let out a loud sigh as I crossed my arms. "Speaking of the devil, where is my dad?" I gulped as Gerry handed me a key card.
"Clubhouse. He's in a meeting with Boone. He told me that you're the only one who can interrupt him," Gerry smiled as I laughed softly, grabbing the card.
"Thanks, G," I smirked as he laughed nodding his head.
"Anytime, George," he smiled, nodding at me as I walked off.
I hesitantly walked into the clubhouse, scanning around and making sure there was nobody in there before walking in. I pushed my sunglasses onto the top of my head, smiling softly as I looked around. I took in all the sights that I missed since I'd last been in here nearly 2 years ago.
Ever since my grandfather died nearly 9 years ago, I've found closure in a bottle of booze. My grandfather and I were extremely close. I was ever named after him. George Michael Steinbrenner, my grandfather, owned the Yankees for 37 years and now I, Georgia Michelle Steinbrenner, was holding onto his legacy by drowning out my sorrows in a bar every night until my father calls me home for a month to 'sober me up' before I head back to the west coast, returning to the same extracurricular activities I took part in before returning home to the city.
"Georgia?" A voice laughed making me jump, turning to see one of the older players on the roster.
"Brett, I thought I was the only one in here," I chuckled, smiling softly as he made his way over to me, hugging me tightly.
"You smell like a distillery, Georgia," he gulped, holding me tightly.
"You smell like an old gym bag, Brett," I mumbled, hugging him as tightly as I could.
"Are you only back because it's that time again?" He sighed, stepping back and placing his hands on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes.
"It's been 2 years," I laughed softly, looking into his bright eyes. Brett was one of the players I've gotten close to over the years. Not only is he one of the only ones who knows why I'm here, but he's also usually my babysitter since he's the most fatherly figure on the team.
"Is it getting any better?" He mumbled as I laughed, shaking my head.
"If anything I'd say it's getting significantly worse. I ODed last week, that's why I'm here," I sighed, looking down at my feet in embarrassment.
"Georgia Michelle, drugs?!?" Brett yelled, crossing his arms as I nodded, clearing my throat.
"Don't ask me what drugs, I was blacked when I did it. I don't remember anything of those 48 hours other than waking up in the hospital," I gulped, looking back up at Brett as he just shook his head.
"Why can't you take up knitting or fishing or something? Why is it partying?" He smiled softly, knowing I was hurt by my own decisions. I let out a soft laugh, shrugging softly.
"Because then I wouldn't ever be pulled back here and I'd probably never see you again," I smiled as Brett laughed loudly.
"You know, you could always come and visit on your own terms. I'd prefer it if you would come here with a scarf for me instead of a story like the one you just told me," he smirked as I laughed loudly.
"Ya, I guess that might be a better option," I smiled.
"Georgia," a voice yelled causing Brett and me to turn to face it.
"Well, I guess I better go and face the boss man now," I gulped, letting out a soft sigh as Brett patted my back before watching me walk into the office.
