Tw: talk of sh and scars
Horrible pain streamed through my whole body, waking me up. Groaning, I shifted in my position, right on time my stomach twisted and I felt whatever was inside of it coming right up again. I jumped in the air, not knowing where the hell I was, but there was a door and I bursted it open. To my fortune, it was actually a bathroom and I hold my head right on time over the toilet. I vomited into it. Meanwhile, my head and actually every part of my body ached.
What the fuck happened last night?
When I was done and my stomach was emptied, I slid down on the wall next to the toilet. My eyes remained close. The cold tiles met my ass, legs and hands. Carefully, my eyes cracked open and I gazed down on me. My light colored sweatpants, weren't light colored anymore. All possible colors decorated it now. Huge stains of red wine? were on my thighs. My top was luckily black, so stains weren't visible. What the fuck...
With a banging headache, I stumbled towards the sinks, where I threw some cold water into my face. As I looked into the mirror, I almost screamed out in fright, when my eyes fell upon my appearance. I looked like a fucking zombie. Within the next few moments, I tried to clean my face, which worked semi-good. I had a small bruise on my cheekbone... So, I walked back into the room, I just came out of. My eyes fell directly onto the bed. It was huge. A king sized bed.
Where the hell was I?!
Slightly freaked out, I exited the room through another door. The hallway seemed familiar. I walked downstairs. Three floors...
The second I reached the first floor, I knew where I was. I heard noises coming from the kitchen, which I followed. The smell of fried eggs and bacon hit my nose. On one hand it was the best thing to smell right now and on the other, the worst. My stomach still felt like it could try to empty itself every second again.
Cate stood at the stove and prepared the food? The blonde turned around. A bright smile on her face. "Good morning, sleepy head." She laughed and I took a seat at the kitchen island, rubbing my temples.
"Morning..." I mumbled and suddenly, a cup of tea and a pill were in front of me. It smelled... good and my stomach didn't mind the scent. "What the fuck happened?" I groaned out and took a big sip of the tea, along with the pill.
Cate laughed. "I like drunk you." I inhaled sharply, which caused some of the tea to slip into my lungs. Coughing I tried to keep the liquid inside of my mouth, before I was able to swallow it. The other woman patted my back, to help me a little. She laughed still, as I managed to compose myself.
"How bad was it?" I squealed out and coughed again.
Cate placed two plates on the surface in front of me, as she took a seat opposite of me. "What exactly do you remember?" She smirked and handed me a fork. We made eye contact for a few seconds and her eyes fell upon my cheek. The blonde frowned.
"Your ex was here. The most lovely person on earth." I smiled overly wide, which caused me to hiss, as my cheek ached. "We drank wine... I cried-" I gasped out. "I can't believe I cried in front of you?!" My cheeks blushed in a dark red, whilst I lowered my gaze, to hide it.
"There's no shame in that, sweetheart." Cate ensured, that I understood it. "You were right, though."
"About what?" I chewed the food.
"You share a lot, when drunk." I swallowed hard. Blush covered my face immediately again. "Don't be ashamed, sweetheart." Her hand slid along my arm, forcing goosebumps to cover my skin.
"I don't wanna hear what I said, do I?" When I rose my gaze, I caught the blonde smirking at me.
"You don't." She mouthed and finished her meal. Cate got up and placed her plate in the dishwasher. With her elbows, she leaned onto the counter. Her chest pressed onto her arms. Cate's blouse revealed a bit of her cleavage, making my eyes fall onto it, but I quickly composed myself. Yet, when my eyes met hers, a smirk had formed on her lips. She saw that... "Finish that up, we have a lot to do." Her finger did a circling motion.
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