an: i was watching season 3 of bridgerton while writing this and may have made some scenes a little too romantic lol.
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Slowly fluttering your eyes, you were woken up by the daylight sky peeking through your closed curtains. The first thing you did was turn on your phone, checking the time to see that it just passed 10 am, which meant that you would be late for your philosophy lecture, which was in an hour.
You lay up looking at the way you scattered all your clothes on the floor, leaving you just in your bra and underwear. Looking at how your drawers were left open, you didn't question it, as you were not in the right state of mind yesterday.
You got up and wrapped your lounge robe around yourself as you slipped on your Uggs house slippers you stumbled your way into the bathroom as you suddenly felt lightheaded, dizzy and nauseous from the moment you stood up.
As you turned on the warm lights in the bathroom, you suddenly started to get a headache, making you wonder what the fuck was in those drinks last night for you to be feeling like this. In all honesty, you were such a lightweight so every shot of alcohol would definitely take a toll on you.
You still felt nauseous and dizzy as if you were about to faint. Slumping down onto the bath mat, you got into a prayer position facing the bathtub in case you were going to vomit again. Closing your eyes to pray for a moment, even though no words were going through your mind, the sound of the bathroom door creaking further open made you slowly open your eyes.
"Hm, just a mess," your Aunt's scornful voice spoke, which made your mouth twitch because this was not how you wanted to start your day.
"Can I help you? Do you need to use the bathroom or something?" You asked, not caring how rude you sounded. You lost all decency for a woman as vile as her.
"The only person who needs help is you, look at you, you're just a mess," she continued as you closed your eyes.
'God, please just let me get my one with her just once.' You said in your mind, fading out her critique and complaints about you.
"Fucking junkie," was the last she said before leaving. Those words cut like a knife because you hated that word 'junkie', especially if it was used against you. The corner of your mouth was twitching as you chewed on your inner cheek to desperately calm yourself down.
You slammed your hands against the ceramic bathtub as you stormed out of the bathroom, approaching her in the living room.
"Who's a fucking junkie?" You raised your voice at her as she stared at you, almost taken aback that you were talking back at her.
"Who are you raising your voice and swearing at?" She asked as you looked around the room, because who else would you be talking to?
"Is there anyone else in this room?" You asked rhetorically. "I'm talking to you, who are you calling a junkie?" You knelt slightly so that you could get a better view of her face.
