Mine

Chapter 5

After we went back to the chateau to deliver a hazy John B to his bed we all ended up parting ways. I just wanted to go home and pass out in my big, fluffy, comfy bed. I felt bad about it because although I was a pogue I had an air conditioned mansion with hot water and a bed with 100$ blankets on it to go home to, which my friends didn't . 

But regardless I decided to go home. I didn't have my car and even if I had I was still drunk. So Kie and I walked back to figure eight together, letting the cool air of the night sober us up. When I got back to my house all of the doors were locked and I couldn't find my key for the life of me. So I had to squeeze through the one unlocked window in the kitchen over the sink and knocked over a vase in the process.  But that was a problem for the morning, if I remembered by then.

So I quietly trotted up the stairs to my bedroom, kicked off my black high top converse, and went into my bathroom to wash off the sand and salt. I had a weird thing where I couldn't get into my bed without showering first. I didn't wash my hair or anything,  just washed my body and let the hot water burn my skin. Before I put on a silk pajama set and fell into a deep sleep in my king sized bed. 

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The warm beams of sunlight came bolting through my large bedroom windows, shining heavily onto my face. My eyes twitched awake and once they opened fully my head turned immediately to the side looking away from the sunshine burning my eyes. 

I groggily reached for my phone off my nightstand seeing the time read 11:50. Ugh I thought mentally, I could sleep for another year if I closed my eyes and let myself. But I needed to get up and head downstairs so my mom knew I was alive. I sort of haven't been home in two days. 

So I pushed the mountain of covers off my body and slipped my feet into my ugg slippers and headed down the steps with my phone and water bottle in my hands as I chugged making up for my dehydration induced by alcohol. 

I entered the kitchen and my mom was already in there cooking something. 

"Good Morning Laney bug," She said without turning her back, just hearing my foot steps enter the kitchen. 

"Morning," I groggily still desperately sipping my water, now sitting at the kitchen island watching her cook. 

She walked away from the stove and came over to me planting a kiss on my cheek and rubbing the back of my head .

"Need some coffee for that hangover!" She snipped cheerfully. 

"You know me too well mama," I said and she planted one last kiss on my cheek before heading over to the espresso machine to make me a latte. 

My mom was the best. My parents were pretty chill, nye knew I drank and they didn't care, but I'd die before I let them catch me smoking or vaping. They didn't love that I would sneak out or sneak back in or go days at a time crashing at a friends place and not coming home, but they just wanted me to be happy at the end of the day, and they knew I would always come back. Let me fill you in on some family history. 

My mom and dad met when they were 18. My dad had just moved here from Georgia, leaving behind a wealthy family to be a free spirit, surf all day and drink all night, he passed that down to me. My mom grew up on the mainland, not too far from here but her family had no money and didn't like each other, let alone love one another. So she ran away at 18 to the only place she knew she could get with the 30$ in her pocket. So she bought a ferry ticket and ran off to the outer banks, never seeing her parents again.