a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

Nothing.

My ears started to ring and i was a hot sweaty mess. As i peeled my exhausted body from the mattress i noticed the pillows strewn all over the floor, and the duvet somehow hung on top of one of the poles that framed the bed.

Three woman also lay on the bed, all of us had slept cradling each-other as i soon discovered Vives thin arm wrapped around my waist along with Stars hand gently resting on my chest, moving up and down with each breath i took.

The room stunk of vanilla perfume, sweat and alcohol, yet the scent of alcohol and sweat felt so much more comforting in here than it did in the club.

I couldn't help but to smile at the three girls sleeping soundly, they looked so at ease for a change.

I carefully lifted Vives arm and Stars hand off of me and after slipping a robe on and brushing my ratty hair i tip-toed downstairs.

It was still early hours so anyone who was still in the kitchen was passed out from alcohol or... some other substances.
I opened the fridge and the cool air hit my face and i felt so refreshed. I quietly plated up some breakfast and put it on a floral tray i had found in a cupboard, I left the kitchen, being careful to not make too much noise. And with my elbow i opened the cold metal handle that lead to my room.

I set the tray down and watched as the girls awoke from their slumber, to the smell of cooked eggs and toast. Their eyes lit up with an instant and they all ran over to thank me. We sat on the floor, tray in the middle of us and dug into a much needed meal.

"God i'm so hungover" i chuckled to myself as an attempt to start small talk. The girls giggled and Lotty spoke after staring into space for a while
"I know how to cure a hangover!" she said "it always works a charm!" exited to show us what shed come up with to stop us from being groggy and slumped over she slid the un finished bottle of vodka off the drawer.

"when your hungover, the best thing to do is get some more alc into ya system!" the other girls were clearly used to doing this as they all got back onto their feet, but i sure wasn't, i just sat there staring at her while she flung the lid off the bottle, my eyes wide open in shock
"yes yes, it might sound crazy but us girls all know that the only way to get back up and running again is well... more alcohol!" i nodded in agreement and we all threw back the vodka. It tasted much worse than it did last night.

We were back to work today so I knew I wouldn't be seeing them for a day or too so I recommended that we should maybe drink some Champagne and get ready together. The girls loved my idea and Star tip toed out the room and into the cellar where the nice alcohol was kept. I decided this would be a good time to get to know the girls as were all sort of sober, so it'd be easier to remember details about each-other.

"So Vive how long have you actually been here?"
I asked, if shed been here long enough she might want to come with me when I finally escape.
"oh this has been my home for almost ten years now!"

it pained me to hear her call this shithole her home.

"oh right. what about you Lotty?" God please don't let this poor woman feel at home here too.

"around 7 years, but i wouldn't really consider this place a home" she spoke
"id call it more of a prison" she whispered, afraid that someone might hear her and abuse her even more. My heart shattered hearing the confidence in her voice crumble away.

"ive only been here for two days, todays my third day" Both girls looked up at me, their eyes sort of giving me an 'i'm sorry' look. They looked at each-other, then back to meet my eyes again

"and you're already drinking?" they questioned,
I nodded they seemed upset, really upset

"usually us girls start drinking after a few years because we get fed up, but you've already been drinking?" Vive paused glancing at Lotty almost to say that she should ask a question that they obviously both wanted to ask
"what did he do to you sweetheart?" said Lotty her voice was like honey and with that my eyes began to water. I sighed and looked up at the ceiling to try and direct my tears back into my eyes.
"nothing." i said under my breath. All the memories came flooding back, all his creepy remarks and the things he put me through. And i felt his hands. i felt his huge cracked palms on my thighs, inching up my slutty dress. I was too afraid to talk, as if it was him asking, like he was making sure i wouldn't tell anyone

I put on a smile and thankfully, we heard Star fling the door open "tadaaa!" she did jazz hands and shut the door with her foot. She crawled to the floor and popped the cork out from the beautiful glass bottle.