𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 everyone knows who she is. Worldwide model, covered in many vogue magazines, walked catwalks, and runaway. But people don't know what happens behind the curtains. Despite the many scandals that have plagued her reputation...
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I went to my therapist appointment and she sent me back home because I was drunk.
I got into the car and drove back home, I stumbled through the front door, the effects of the alcohol dulling my senses and making the world tilt slightly.
I'd been careful to keep my movements steady as I entered the house.
My mother, who had been waiting for me, greeted me with a tired but affectionate smile. She opened her arms for a hug, and I, though a bit unsteady, leaned in and returned the embrace, squeezing lightly. It felt comforting to be held, even if my thoughts were still a little foggy.
"Hey, sweetie," My mother said softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "How was your day?"
"Long," I replied, my voice slightly slurred but attempting to stay composed. "But I'm home now."
Before my mother could respond, my little brother came bounding into the foyer, his face lighting up when he saw me. Without hesitation, he launched himself at my legs, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.
"Winter, can we go out?" he asked eagerly, his excitement barely contained. "I want to see Sofia!"
I forced a smile, my heart softening at my brother's enthusiasm.
"Sure, but we'll need a driver to take us. I'm not up for driving right now." I say not wanting to ever put his life on danger. My brother nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling. "Okay!"
I pulled out my phone and hesitated for a moment before texting Lucas. The strained history between us had been put aside for our siblings' sake, but I knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant exchange. I typed out a quick message, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.
W: Hey, my little brother wants to see Sofia. Could you meet us at the park? A few moments later, Lucas replied with his usual bluntness. L: Ok.
I turned back to my brother and my mother, trying to stay cheerful. "The driver will come pick us up soon. I'm going to get ready."
My mother gave me a sympathetic look but said nothing as I headed to my room to freshen up. The alcohol was starting to wear off, but the lingering effects made my movements a bit slower than usual.
A short while later, I was ready and waiting by the door with my brother, who was bouncing with excitement. I was wearing a white tight spaghetti strap shirt with straight cut jeans and an Hermes lock belt.
I slid into the car and we drove to the park. We met up with them and I sat on the bench, my arms wrapped around myself as she tried to shake off the cold that had settled in my bones.
The alcohol had worn off almost completely now, leaving me with a dull headache and a sense of unease.
I glanced at Lucas, who was seated at the other end of the bench, his posture tense as he watched our siblings play. His jaw was clenched, and he hadn't looked at me once since they arrived. "Thanks for coming, I muttered, her voice barely audible. I tried to act somewhat civil. I didn't really want to talk to him, but the silence between us was suffocating.
