Enough

seven

Lauren awoke that morning with an unbearable headache. She'd heard of others describing hangovers like a dagger to the brain but, she didn't think it possible; till that morning.
Slowly, she rose from the bed. Confusion struck her suddenly; she'd made it home somehow.
Hoping to find solace in her phone she located it in the depths of her sheets and unlocked it.
Weird, I must've unblocked her last night. Lauren thought as she scrolled through the texts from Camila.

Good morning, lovely. I'll come past your work today, hope we're still on for tonight.

Lauren was convinced she may have developed amnesia in her sleep. Did Camila just call her lovely? She double-checked to confirm her suspicions, yep.

Somewhere between her splitting headache and Camila's unexpected text, Lauren had completely forgotten her rostered shift and just her luck, when Lauren glanced at the clock it read 10 AM.

"Great job, Lauren," She shouted as she tumbled out of bed in a hurry, "late on your first day."

By the time she had gotten dressed and headed out the door the clock only read 10:05, Lauren applauded herself for her efficiency.
It was 10:15 AM when Lauren made it to her work. The boss looked as if he hadn't even noticed her tardiness as he continued to count the morning's float. A sigh of relief escaped her lips.

"You look like shit," He laughed, Lauren wondered if the remark was appropriate for the workplace. But, as she contemplated quitting he quickly redeemed himself, "don't worry, I had a shocking night as well."

Night. Lauren remembered about a quarter of what happened the prior night; she felt ashamed. All she knew, was there was a bonfire and liquor. Lauren's gag reflexes activated as she remembered,

way too much liquor, she agreed and she was correct, as Lauren was still nauseous by the time her lunch break rolled around.

Her first day was filled with an introduction to the store's placement, and how to quote items worth by percentage and market value. Honestly, the job was quite stimulating for Lauren and she enjoyed the mathematics that was involved.

Though, she couldn't brush off the haunting mug-shot-esc picture of her mother that tormented her wherever she roamed in the store. She worried the picture may come to life, to demand more money than what she'd already taken from Lauren. Though, taking the job at the location her mother frequented, Lauren knew this would, unfortunately, be her reality very soon.

For her break, Lauren wandered home, walking a measly 100 meters before reaching her complex. She made herself lunch with the bread that had miraculously appeared in her cupboard, along with the jar of peanut butter. Lauren figured she'd possibly hit the store before drunkenly dragging herself home the night before. This was the only sane explanation she could conjure up. And as she indulged in her lunch, Lauren stared blankly at her phone screen, attempting to decipher the unusual text from Camila.

She couldn't remember, but she supposed Camila must've been linked to her hazy late-night escapades. Had they made up? Lauren felt a sour taste on her tongue, remembering the tussled bed sheets she'd witnessed at Camila's house. It would've been out of character for Lauren to've forgiven so quickly, she didn't hide that she was stubborn. But she had and unfortunately, this wasn't the first time Lauren had fallen a fool to alcohol's seductive ways.

"Ok, so I drank my entire body weight in liquor, then what?"

As if she'd sent out of sign to the universe, it had responded. With a buzz of her phone, Lauren saw the text notification from Olly appear.