𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - Ginny and Georgia

31

"Come sit down, there's more than enough for you," Her mother said as she sat up, pointing to the bottle of liquor as if it were, as usual, to offer that to her daughter as dessert.

She was dressed in a hoodie and sweats, her hair all over the place, her makeup looking as if she applied it in the dark. Her eyes were half open and at any moment it looked as if she would pass out.

"No, I'm fine" Amelia declined with creased eyebrows as she walked closer, taking a hold of the bottle and avoiding her eyes. "And, I think you've had enough today too"

"Don't say you're back to being a Debbie downer" She remarked disapprovingly as she crossed her arms over her chest, her face resembling one of a child who just dropped their ice cream.

"Would you rather like to throw up all the blood in your body? Because by the looks of it you're a good way there" She shot back, her eyes traveling over to the tissues all over the table.

That's when it got quiet and that in itself was enough of a response for her. She didn't have any more to add and so, she took the bottle over to the liquor cabinet and sat it back.

She found herself standing by it for at least a minute staring at all the liquor within it and how good it would taste on her lips. It took every bone in her body to not reach for a bottle, and she was proud of herself when she backed away.

When she got to her room it was the first time that entire day she managed to pay attention to her body, she had a headache and fatigue. That damn withdrawal.

She peeked out the window and was met with the sight of Marcus in his room. He was taking a t-shirt over his head and her eyes couldn't help but to trail down his bare chest, her stomach fluttering.

As if he knew she was watching he glanced up, right at her. She jumped slightly, not expecting it as she ducked down cussing herself out mentally.

She went into her bed when her phone vibrated and a message from Marcus popped up.

Marcus: Stalker

She let out a small chuckle before she took her phone closer, starting to type.

Amelia: Only learning from the best<3 isn't like I saw anything I haven't seen before

Marcus: no shit, it's probably everything you think about

She looked up from her phone, biting her lower lip in thought. She knew he meant that as a joke, but she felt a bit bold that day.

Amelia: can't argue that...

His fast responses slowed down as all she could see was the three dots which meant he was typing before they disappeared and reappeared again.

Marcus: ditto

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Amelia was doing extraordinarily well the next morning beside her aching head, too well to be true actually. She had woken up earlier than she had done the past couple of weeks and made herself lunch to bring to school, usually she only grab some fruit from the counter before she left.

But, as she made herself lunch she felt as if something was wrong. Her mother wasn't sitting in her usual spot at the kitchen counter sipping whatever liquor close by, she wasn't in the living room either.