(n.) to find healing by the process of forming scars
"tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway."
"why?"
"because nothing about it will change how i feel about you."
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WHEN RILEY WAS FOURTEEN, SHE EXPERIENCED HER FIRST HANGOVER.
A dare from her so-called best friends that led her to taking ten back-to-back shots for her birthday celebration. She would never forget the pounding headache and the thirst for water the next day. Nor would Riley forget the yelling from Shane as he scolded her for being so idiotic about drinking when he picked her up from some alleyway. Her father also yelled at her choices and gave her the silent treatment.
But she would never fail to think of the look of sympathy from her mother, who had learned every little detail about the incident and why Riley did it. Her nurturing mother took care of her daughter, running her fingers through Riley's coarse hair and making sure she was hydrated.
She never yelled at Riley, never argued, simply told her the actions had consequences. The mother knew her daughter fell into the wrong hands of people who didn't care about Riley. And if Riley ever missed her mother, she missed her more than anything when she had woken up from her sleep and had no one to fall on for comfort.
The fluorescent light from the lamp next to Riley shined in her eyes when she flipped her body over on the couch. She groans at her movements when her joints felt sharp with shooting pains.
What's a hangover without sickness that makes you want to open up your insides.
Riley sits up to see Daryl's presence missing from the small room. She rubs her forehead as she tries reminiscing on last night's events but forgets everything that happened. After fail attempts, she gets up to get dressed for the day, putting on jeans and a white t-shirt with her hair slicked back into a ponytail.
She walks back to the kitchen to see the group eating breakfast or drinking coffee. Riley smiled and greeted everyone good morning, taking a seat in the middle of Carl and Glenn.
"Good morning, Aunt Riley." Carl smiled.
Riley smiled back, but groans when a thump to the head from T-Dog causes her headache to throb. She knew drinking the way she did last night was a bad idea, but Riley overestimated her limits. Both her and Glenn.
He tried to act as if everything was normal, but his loud groans are filled in between with each bite of food he takes. Glenn's first-time drinking was fun in the beginning but left a bad impression. Riley wanted to laugh, but she found it to be wrong of her. Though she couldn't help and still found it funny.
"Don't ever let me drink again," he announces, resting his forehead against his hand as he tried to stab his food but failed. Jacqui comforts him, rubbing his shoulders to help ease his pain.
"Rookie," Riley teases, laughing until she gets hit with another headache, "Ow,"
He tilts his head to look at her, "That's what you get." Glenn mumbles.
