One Night of Drinking

Chapter 11

Willow woke up and looked around confused then groaned when she realized she was in her room at the Blackbourne Toma mansion. Feeling the bile start to rise she got out of the bed and hurried to the bathroom then began getting sick.

"Oh Pookie," she heard Sean sigh then felt him hold her hair back while also rubbing her back.

"Leave me alone," She groaned as she spit into the toilet. She stood and began brushing her teeth.

"No," he shook his head. "You aren't in this alone."

"Leave me alone!" She shouted once she was done and saw that he was still there. She tried to shove him away but he didn't budge.

"We aren't going anywhere, Pookie," Sean shook his head.

"I fucking get it, Sean," She rolled her eyes as she went back to the room and glared, "Where are my clothes?"

"In the closet," he answered as he watched her. She was furious and still so beautiful.

"I'm your goddamn prisoner and since I ran after the pity sex you aren't going to let me out of your sights. I fucking get it alright?"

"It wasn't pity sex, Willow," Sean shook his head. "We really do love you. Have for years, in fact but we knew you didn't think of us like that and we respected your relationships, even though it hurt to see you with someone other than us."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Yeah whatever. All I am is your friend and that is all I will ever be."

"You are more than that," he shook his head. "You are our Queen and mother to our child. You are so much more than our best friend. You are our one true love."

"Bull fucking shit," She rolled her eyes as she emerged from the closet dressed for work. "You are each others loves and that night was just a night of drinking chaos. It was a mistake and it won't happen again. Look," she sighed as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, "we have known each other for as long as I can remember now and I have never seen you guys with a girl. I'm okay with you being gay and that night was just a drunken night. That's all. It's fine, it's whatever. Gays help their lesbian or straight friends get pregnant all the time and that's pretty much what happened here. I get it. Lesson learned, no more drinking like Raven and no more drunk pity sex with my gay best friends to help move on. Shit happens and now I'm dealing with it. Now, I have to get to work. I already know not to order an uber when I get off, someone will be there to pick me up and bring me back to the fortress. I'll see you when I get off work."

She walked out the door and started towards the gate. "Where do you think you are going? You haven't even had breakfast," Marc said grabbing her elbow turning her to face him.

She yanked her arm out of his grip and glared at him, "I'm going to work. I am not hungry and will get something if I get hungry during my break. Now move, I can't be late."

"Here," Luke said as he approached. He handed her a bag and she nervously took it. "Have a good day at work, see you when you get home."

She headed to the car and got in with the feeling of eyes upon her. She closed her eyes and let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. It only when she was on her first break that she realized that she left her phone at the house. She smirked and shook her head, oh well, guess she had no way of getting ahold of them to let them know when she got off work.

When it came to her lunch break she left the gift shop and headed to one of the tables outside. She sat down and opened the bag that Luke gave her. She gasped when she saw it was her favorite roast beef spread sandwich with some crackers and bowl of grapes. There was a flavored water bottle in there as well. She ate a couple of the crackers and all the grapes and was pleased she could keep those down. She took a bite of the sandwich then immediately rushed over to the trash and spit it out then threw away the sandwich.

"I don't know if we should be offended or not."

She stood straight up in shock then slowly turned around to see Marc and Luke standing there.

"What are you doing here?" She asked as she wiped her mouth with a napkin as she sat back down.

"You left this at the house," Luke said as he held her phone out.

"Thank you," She said politely as she took it and sat it beside her.

"So what's wrong with the sandwich, Beautiful?" Marc asked. "Luke made it like I always make it for you when you ask for it."

"Too much onion and celery," She mumbled. "Made me nauseous."

"Got it," he nodded, "I'll cut back on it for next time."

"Don't bother," She shook her head and stood. "I have to get back to work."

"But you didn't eat," Luke frowned.

"Yes I did," She said as she handed him the bag. "Now excuse me."

She headed back into the gift shop and they noticed that she left her phone with them again. Marc sighed and shook his head, "Well, that could have gone better."