Flower Crowns

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I was drunk, very drunk, and I found it very funny.

I was drunk, very drunk, and I went home in my unacceptable state.

I was drunk, very drunk, and my mam slapped me for being out of control.
I was drunk, very drunk, and I fell asleep on the bathroom floor, pissed out of my mind.

I stumbled out of the booming house with a red cup of alcohol still in my hand, my heels clicking against the concrete. I made my way to my car before remembering slowly that it had been towed yesterday after Jenn's party, I cursed to myself and threw the half empty bottle across the street, leaving the party alone as my friend Kim had passed out and they all said she'd be fine sleeping there until the morning, so I had no choice but to strut home in these killer heels and lack of clothes.

I arrived home after a time that I was too drunk to remember and although I struggled immensely with trying to get the keys into the keyhole I finally managed to pop open the door, it flying open and slamming loudly against the wall inside, I showed no concern, didn't even cringe and walked into my house, ready to go to sleep and dream of a better life.

However when I had walked not even 2 meters into the house I saw my mom come out of the living room I gigled to myself knowing that I was in deep shit and too fucked to actually care.

"Where have you been Demi?!" My mom hissed at me quietly, afraid to wake up my brother who was most likely sleeping.

"Um where do you think I've been? Come on Mrs Obvious" I chuckled, hiccupping straight after.

"You're going to live with your dad Dem, I cant cope with you!" She spit back in my face.

"Get out of my face you bitch!" I pushed her so she wasn't so close to me, she knew better than to intimidate me when drunk.

"Dont you dare put your hands on me you stupid little girl" She stepped even closer to me, my heels clicking as I took two steps back.

"I said get out of my face didn't I" I said slowly, making sure she got the point.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain that shot throughout my face, the alcohol doing nothing to numb it, I held my face where it stung and looked at my mother.

I laughed as I saw her looking at me with as much hatred as I had for peanut butter,

"You, and my useless dad, can do one" I spat at her before making my way to the stairs, ignoring her completely as she whispered things at me about how I'm getting.out of her house.

I finally made it up the stairs with these heels on and didn't bother going to my bedroom but to the bathroom, locking the door behind me and stumbling to the floor, leaning my head on the edge of the bath and closing my eyes for the night.