drive: h.s

02.

I remember everything I did last night, I'm not the type of person who drinks and boom the night before is completely forgotten and erased from their heads. For me, they stay there forever. Tucked inside a little cabinet in my head labeled 'Drunken Memories'. Sometimes when I'm laying down I look up at the ceiling and the little people living in my brain open the cabinet flooding my brain with all the nights I got drunk. Every night is so perfectly carved into my brain. Not a single detail gets erased. And as I'm speaking now I am thinking of every stupid thing I have done last night. I swore at my mom and called her when I was drunk. How stupid and drunk was I to pull a stupid stunt like that. Groaning I grab my pillow and put it over my face to let out a scream. The headache I had last night was gone now, leaving me at piece. I furrow my eyes and grab the sheets. When did I get on my bed? My eyes widen and I groan again.

"Oh my gosh," I whisper to my self. My parents had to carry me out of the car to bring me up my room. I'm such a poor excuse for a daughter. I sit up and lean my back against the head board. The small crack of light that peeks through the window burns my eyes making me let out an in human noise. I grab my pillow and shield my face from the strong light. I let out another muffled scream and toss the pillow across the room. I turn my head and spot a glass of water and a small bottle of Advil. I roll my eyes and pull the sheets off my body. My legs are a bit shaky and I carefully make my way towards the cabinet. My shaky hands grab the pill bottle and I pop it open. I grab the cylinder pill and pop it in my mouth. I grip the glass of water, the cold surface sending shivers through my body. I shake it off and take a sip swallowing the pill. I let out a gag noise and laugh at my self. I settle the glass back on the cabinet and walk towards the bathroom in my room. I look at my self in the mirror and cringe. My hair was sticking in different directions, eyes red and puffy, my lips were red and my bags were unbearable. In all I looked discussing. I grab the toothbrush from my little frog holder and throw it at the mirror. Sighing I grab the soft white towel and place it on the toilet seat. I undress my self and step in the shower. An hour of showering in hot water will do the trick.
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The toothbrush that I had thrown at the mirror now lays between my teeth and I walk around my closet in search of something to wear. I look out my window and see the clouds starting to move put. Nodding I pull out a pair of black addidas shorts along with my white high school t-shirt and slip them on. I let my hair out of the towel and let it air dry. I grab a comb from my bag and comb through the long chocolate brown raspy hair. Finally satisfied with it I let it rest on my shoulder and wait for it to dry. I walk to the restroom and spit out the toothpaste that was begging to come out minutes ago. The mint burns my throat and I wash my mouth with cold water. I place the toothbrush back on the frog and sigh. Finally ready to go downstairs I grab another pill and chug it down quickly. I walk down the stairs, not ready to see what my parents have in stored for me. My bare feet hit the wooden stairs and I take the time an admiring my mother's arrangement of photos from my childhood. I laugh at a few on my way down remembering the times when I was a "good girl". I reach the last step careful not to trip and decide to walk away from the kitchen where I can here my parents discussing. I spy Ted, our family's helper, and walk towards him.

"Teddy." I call out. He turns around in the most sophisticated manner and smiles at me.

"Good morning Shelly. Is there anything I can get for you this find morning?" I shake my head and hoop my arm with his. He stiffens but soons relaxes and we walk towards the doors. Now don't think Ted is our butler, no. He is one of our main family friend. My dad insisted on giving him a job after he got kicked out of his old stock office. Ted of course didn't agree and he turned to the streets. It was a year later when dad and I were walking around the city at night and we see an odd to familiar person. Turns out, it was Ted. We brought him in and gave him a job witch he proudly agreed to. Dad wants to take him in and give him a job at his company but Ted says he is happy serving us.

"I'm just fine, thank you." We walk in silence until we reach the garden. I remove my arm from Ted and stare at the green fresh grass.

"What are they discussing about?" I ask loosing my patience. Ted smiles and wiggles a finger in front of me.

"Uh huh, I knew you where going to ask that," He scoffs and I roll my eyes smiling. "I think i over heard them saying something on the terms of getting you a shadow." He rubs his fine beard and my mouth hangs open.

"What? They can't do that. They can't have someone following me, no I'm not okay with it." I shake my head and stomp back inside the house. Ted follows behind, running trying to catch up to me.

"Shelly I'm not so sure, I am getting old my hearing is no good." He chuckles but I ignore him. My hands swings the kitchen doors open and I glare at my parents. My sudden outbursts causes them to drop some papers and turn around on there chairs.

"Shelly Mills that is not a way to enter a family room." My mom rolls her eyes and studies me carefully. "Not after what you've done last night, I suggest you stay under ground and not shine okay sweetie." I shake my head.

"You can not get me a shadow. I won't allow it." My dad stands up and straightens his suit. He clears his throat and walks towards me. His shiny dress shoes squeak and I cringe at the sound.

"Sweetie, the person we have contracted is no where near a shadow." I look at him confused and stare at Ted who was holding his hands up. I look back at my dad and cross my arms over my chest.

"Why have you even contracted a person?" I ask. My mom pulls her chair out and walks towards dad and I. Her heels echo in the quiet kitchen and she smiles.

"Oh please, do you really think we were going to let you go off to places on your own after last night." I nod my head and stare at them wide eyed.

"Yes because everytime you do." Mom rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"I told you yesterday what you were expecting. If you weren't so drunk you would've actually listened to me and not hanged up." Her voice starts to raise and I laugh coldly. The sound of the door bell ringing sounds through the kitchen and Ted runs towards it.

"I remember exactly what I did. You know that I don't forget about anything." I press. The main door closing echoes along with the sound of foot steps.

"Well then you know what this is about." I shake my head and turn my attention to dad.

"Please explain." I wave my hands in front of me and dad nods.

"Just know we are doing this for the best and because we love and care for you." I nod.

"Continue." Mom laughs and I send her a playful glare. Dad sighs and stands up straight. He fiddles with his tie and digs into his coat pocket. He pulls out a familiar gold key and I shake my head.

"We decided on ending your car privileges." My eyes widen.

"What? No! Dad...." he shushes me and looks behind me. The kitchen door closes but my attention is locked on my dad holding my keys. Mom smiles happy and claps her hands. Dad nods his head and looks back at me. He smiles and jiggles my keys in my face. I reach out for them but before I could he walks pass me. I groan and toss my head back.

"I'll do anything Dad, please just give me back my keys." I don't care if i sound like a whiny bitch. With out my car I'm nothing. I stare straight ahead of me and frown. My dad clears his throat and I turn to look at him. My eyes soon fall to a tall man around his 20's standing next to dad. I cock my head and raise my eyebrows. The man stands there stiff and stands straight.

"Dad..." I drag out the word and dad smiles.

"Shelly, I'd like you to meet Harry Styles, your personal driver." My mom squels and jumps on her heels. I shake my head, speechless. My personal dri...

"What!"
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