Like A Drug ✔️

Chapter 24

{EDITED}
TW: Mention of self harm (cutting)

Maddison Brooks

My eyes burned even if my eyelids covered my sensitive pupils. Digging my body further into the mattress, feeling happy over not getting overly drunk last night so I would get a hangover.

Slowly opening my eyes, looking around in my room that gave out a golden glow you only see on Pinterest. Yesterday slowly crept into my consciousness, every little detail running through my mind as I turned around and pressed my face into the pillow below my head.

Fuck Trevor. Fuck everyone. I'm not leaving this bed today.

A light knock on my door made me groan, no way in hell I'm leaving this bed. "Maddie, time to get up." My mom's voice called through the door to my room.

"Like fuck it is." I groaned into my pillow.

"Be down in fifteen!" I heard my mom say before she turned around and walked away from the door and walked downstairs with easy thuds against the stair steps. Letting out an annoyed half yell before sitting up in my bed. Blood running from my head made me feel light headed.

Standing up when I gathered myself. Seeing myself in the mirror over my desk, tears with mascara had mushed over my cheeks and around my eyes. Grabbing a rubber band from a drawer, putting my hair up so I won't have it in the way when I wash my face clean with water, too lazy to grab tissues to get the makeup off my face and at the same time wake up fully with help of the cold water.

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I was almost sleepier than before I splashed my face with water that was supposed to wake me up. Pulling out a pair of sweat shorts that showed my brother's basketball number on the side, ignoring that and pulling them up my legs and tying it around my waist. Taking a withe hoodie above my head to make myself comfortable after sleeping in the clothes I wore during last night's party.

Skipping down stairs, through the empty living room and into the kitchen were my family and Charles were either seated around the island or standing in front of the stove and preparing breakfast. "Is that my pants?" Max desired to know once he picked up that I had joined them downstairs even if all I wanted was to lay in bed and grumbling on how I was stupid enough to let Trevor use me.

"They were in my closet." I shrugged as I took a piece of bacon from the plate in the middle of the island.

My brother argued with me while I stepped around the island, enjoying the taste of bacon spreading in my mouth. I sat down on a chair next to my brother. "They are still mine."

"Then don't let them inside my closet."

"Take them off." My brother said, before understanding what just slipped out between his lips. "Wait, don't."

Chuckling under my breath. My brother is gay, my parents hade seen me butt naked earlier; the day I was born and un planned trips to the beach when we didn't bring a swimming suit. The only person that would look was the dickhead on the other side of my brother, and he has seen me without any clothing more times than what I wanna admit.

Tilting my head to the side, locking eyes with Charles who looked at me with a smirk curving on his lips; knowing exactly what I was thinking about. Letting my eyes soak in his face features, clearly showing cheekbones, sharp jaw, eyes that made me burn and fill my body with a heat I've come to enjoy, dark boyish hair that I love to pull my hands through while he pleases me in ways I never thought was possible.