Recovering from a tragic accident, Aspen Preston is barely floating over the surface. The remains of her father's death haunt her while she tries to avoid the end of her mother's wrath. She tries to uphold the flawless image for the sake of her fami...
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 have I done?
My head pounds when I wake up in a bed that certainly isn't mine. I touch my face, just to make sure this isn't some sort of nightmare, then rubbing my head to try and soothe the headache.
Slowly, and painfully, I use my arms to sit up, crossing my legs and wincing as I do. My memory is blurred, and I can't recall what I did to end up here. I look around, assessing the room. It's quite obviously a boys room, and I honestly feel sick at the idea of what might've happened. What I managed to do.
There's a few medals and trophies around the room; a few posters of football players. I piece it together and finally come to the conclusion that I actually hate myself.
I slightly remember the stupid party from last night, and the even dumber decision to start drinking. After that, the vision is blurry. It'll probably clear up, but I already know the dread I'll feel when I remember.
A full glass of water is on the bedside table, a box of painkillers beside it, and a note.
Gone to training, will be back when you're awake. -River
"Fuck my life." I mutter, realising I must've called him last night.
Dumb fucking girl.
I thought the worst I could've done was get drunk out of my mind, but no. This was definitely worse. My attention is brought back to the ache in my head when I feel it pound even more. I slowly lean towards the bedside table, reaching for the pack of tablets, taking two out and taking them down with the glass of water.
Leaving before River comes home is the first thing on my mind, but I realise that I don't even have a way to get home. I could call Rick, but that would then expose my whereabouts when Rome thinks that I'm at Alaia's.
Alaia, who probably also has no clue where I am.
Why, why, why would I be so stupid?
Before I can even think of another plan, I hear footsteps nearing the door before it slowly opens. I expect it to be River, but my heart melts when a small girl peaks her head through the door. A mini duplicate of him.
Delilah.
I can't help but smile when she tries to hide herself quickly when she realises I've seen her.
