¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

Chapter II

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How bad can a Good Girl get?

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𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎

A headache and vomit on the way out - the perfect sequel to a night filled with alcohol and drugs. What did I even think being this reckless would get me? As much as I tried to find an answer to the question, it hurt my head twice the amount. I opened my eyes in the backyard, naked with a guy sleeping beside me. The sky was dark as if it was about to start raining, but water rolled down my cheeks before it even fell from the sky. The memories from last night were enough to make my insides crawl. I felt more sick as I remembered every detail. All the progress I made, I burnt in one night. And the worst part is that it was all I wanted.

I sat on the grass, covering my chest with my hands. There were random people in uniforms cleaning the trashed backyard. This wasn't good news. I stood up, making my way quickly to the door. My eyes furrowed when I noticed Amanda was back. She stood by the door with her usual smile stretching her lips and a white silk robe in her hands.

"Good morning, Miss Melanie," she greeted me before helping me put on the robe. Then she handed me a water bottle and a pill. My mouth went dry as I looked at the white tablet. I wasn't trying hard enough to get my head right, and my reaction to the legal medicine was showing it.

I took it, trying to ignore the growling of my stomach. Forcing a smile, I let Amanda help me walk into the living room. My heart skipped a beat before I even reached the kitchen. From the archway, I noticed Liam seated in our father's chair, having breakfast. I walked past the people cleaning and putting the living room together. My hands started sweating as I got closer to the kitchen table.

Forcing a cheerful voice, I tried to act like I didn't have too much to drink last night. "Liam! Aren't you supposed to be at—" I began speaking excitedly before being cut off.

"Aiden called. And thank God she did before I found this place in ruins and ashes," he said harshly, not even looking at me.

I raised my brows, still trying to keep the act. "You just thanked Aiden," I whispered, unsure if he said it or my mind was making it up. I had to get wasted so they would start talking again... wow.

"Funny what God makes me do these days," he said through gritted teeth, almost laughing in frustration.

Not sure if I should sit down and tell him what happened, leaving the parts that would get me in trouble out, I stood behind the chair with my hand in the air. He didn't look at me, which was supposed to ease my mind, but it did the opposite. I was on thorns.

"I can explain—"

"Yo, Mandy! You've seen my phone?" another voice interrupted me. My brother looked up from his plate, focusing his attention somewhere behind me as I followed his eyes to Harry. He stood by Amanda only in his white trousers. His white button-up was missing, but there were enough tattoos and hickey's on his chest to call a shirt. When his wandering eyes fell on my brother, I realized how fucked he was. "Have you seen it?" he asked Liam, furrowing his brows and tilting his head to the side.