Faulty Trust || Katie McCabe

16

"Holy fucking shit," I groaned, sitting up from my bed. My bed? No. Wally's? I didn't know. My eyes widened, and I looked frantically and rushed to the bathroom before throwing up my guts. "Fuck," I whispered.

A few moments later, a hand was rubbing my back, and a hair tie was being put in my hair. Voices sounded muffled around me, and I had no idea what was happening. At least not until I finally lifted my head and leaned back against the closest wall, which happened to be the sink cabinet.

I blinked a few times, trying to figure out where the fuck I was.

"Emely? Here, open your hand." I recognised Wally's voice and did as I was told. I trusted her enough not to poison me. She offered me a cup of water afterwards, and I accepted before leaning my head back against the cabinet.

"You probably want to shower; I'll start it for you." She paused, clearly debating something, but I couldn't see her face with my eyes closed. "Will you be alright by yourself?"

I mumbled a yes because there was no way I'd make Wally do that. She'd done it once before, and I vowed to never make her do that again, yet I know she'd do it in a heartbeat if I needed her to. Once Wally had left and I let the warm water cascade down my body, I racked my brain for the night before. More so how the fuck I ended up at Wally's.

Everything hit me like a freight train, my eyes shooting open as I remembered every little detail about last night. My complete and utter ignorance of decency to Steph, and then Beth as well. Me taking my anger out on teammates who didn't deserve it at all, the amount of drinks I had, the way I isolated myself. The way I almost danced with a man.

Katie.

Oh my god.

My argument with Katie and the whole scuffle in the bathroom. I remember it all. The way her lips fit perfectly with mine and how I could taste the alcohol on her tongue. My heart picked up at the mere thought of it; I couldn't believe what had happened. I needed to talk to her as soon as possible. And maybe kiss her again.

But before that, I still needed to figure out how I woke up here because that's something I actually don't remember.

"Ah, nice of you to join us." Wally's voice was laced with amusement, especially when I furrowed my brows at her words while walking into the kitchen of her flat. I'd stolen a pair of her sweats and an old Switzerland shirt, which made her roll her eyes.

"Us?" I questioned before watching as Leah stood up, appearing beside Wally with a frying pan. My eyes widened as I realised Leah was probably the one who put up my hair, and I instantly was filled with embarrassment. With red cheeks, I mumbled a hello to Leah before moving to lean against the counter and see what exactly Wally was making.

"Thought you might want some coffee," Leah offered me a cuppa with a grin that made me roll my eyes because she obviously was aware of how drunk I was last night.

"What do you remember?" Wally asked slowly, passing the spatula off to Leah to finish cooking the eggs. She stood in front of me and leaned against the counter opposite, a look of worry and anticipation clear.

"Everything," I said slowly, and this seemed to send relief through Wally. "But I don't know how I got here."

Wally bit her lip at the second half of my sentence, making me worry slightly. "Why?"

"You've got a long conversation with Katie ahead of you." Leah called, which earned her a glare from Wally.

"What am I missing here?"

Wally sighed, "Katie brought you here because you were completely passed out and she didn't know what to do." I furrowed my eyebrows at this because I knew Katie did know what to do, but why had she brought me here? Before I could speak, Wally continued and answered my question before I could even ask it. "She brought you here because she needed to think about some things and wanted you to still be cared for by someone you trusted. In other words, I think Katie needs time to process what happened."