Not The Nanny Anymore (GirlxGirl)

Chapter Twenty

"Good morning."

Headache. I can barely open my eyes. Everything hurts. Ugh, fuck, it feels like I have been hit by a truck. And I am so nauseous. I wanna puke up every organ of my body as they are probably all severely damaged, and I want to replace them with new ones, also a new mind please, and a new face, and a new life; a new everything. Can I just be a completely other person? Pretty please?

"Here", Bailee says, hurting my head further by just existing and talking and providing me with stimuli. Ugh, is she trying to kill me? I wouldn't be surprised.

I feel her hand on mine, pushing something in it. It feels like two pills, and I don't care if it is hard drugs or painkillers. I don't care about anything right now. I will fucking take it. Snatching the cup of water -I hope- from her other hand as I sit up slightly, I down the tablets and let myself fall back in the bed again right after.

"You should really drink less, Tess."

"You should really shut the fuck up, Bailee", I retort with a scratchy voice.

But, of course, she is right. She makes it sound like I have a real drinking problem though, and I don't. But sure, I have to admit, drinking alcohol has often been bad for me, and for my mind. At the same time, I don't give a fuck because being sober also hurts like hell, but in a different way, in a way that I can actually feel the pain. And alcohol just can make me unpredictable, and miserable, but I don't feel the mental pain as clearly as when I am sober. So, it's an internal struggle, really. A valid one. To drink or not to drink, that's the question.

She sighs. "I just care about your well-being, and right now you don't seem to be doing that well."

"I do better drunk than sober but thanks for your concern."

Maybe I should have a drink now indeed, that would reduce my killing hangover.

"Tess", Bailee sighs.

"It was a joke..."

"Sure", she says, but she doesn't sound convinced. She puts her hand on my arm, and the sudden contact makes me think of yesterday.

I groan, out loud because I can't hold it in.

Great...

{"Are you cooled down?" Bailee asks.

"I am always cool", I retort after a minute, finally being able to answer her question. It took a while before it was processed in my mind.

Right after the last word of that sentence has left my lips, I fall over- uh, my own... Feet? I don't even know, but I suddenly am on the ground, coming across as a stupid girl who can not handle her drinks. Ugh. That's so not me, though. I can handle my drinks perfectly fine. I just always end up lying on the floor. It's a drunk thing. Routine, I'd say. It's great. So, the Universe chose for me to be on the ground now as well.

"Damn it, Tess, are you drunk?"

"No."

I'm maybe a bit tipsy, at most. I don't feel drunk. If I were drunk, I would feel great, and right now, I don't feel great. I feel like Bailee is a fucking bitch and I need another drink. So, see, I am not drunk.

"Stupid question... Of course you are", Bailee sighs as she gets out of bed, kneeling beside me. "How drunk are you?"

I scoff. "what makes you think I am drunk?"

Drunk, I am not. Tispy, yes. Tipsy. Lol, my mind even is tipsy. That is funny. No, it's literally not. Oh wait a minute- damn, did I just say lol in my mind? That is embarrassing.
I chuckle out loud, resulting in Bailee raising her brows. She doesn't understand, not surprising to me at all, does she ever understand anything in my life? No, nobody does. I sigh loudly to show my annoyance.