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36: nothing but an ugly stain

N o t h i n g
                  but an ugly stain
                    ~+~+~+~

GROANING, I stretched painfully in the fluffy sheets covering me.

"What were you thinking?"

The low voice froze me as my heart began to pound desperately in my chest, my night finally catching up to me.

"Ailie, what the fûck were you thinking?" He growled, ripping the blankets away from my face to glare at me with red rimmed tired green eyes. "Your sister called me, hysterical." He hissed out, "How could you do this, again?"

"I-I," my eyes filled with tears as the situation dawned on me, "I'm so sorry." My entire body ached as the tears fell down my cheeks. Everything was blurry without my glasses, but I could plainly see the look he was giving me. "I didn't mean to drink so much. I wasn't supposed to... But then it just happened. It was stupid. I just didn't think-"

"How could you bring your thirteen-year-old sister who is sick to a party, Ailie?!" He screamed furiously as I closed my eyes, choking back the sobs. "How are you still that stupid after everything?"

"I'm sorry." I whispered brokenly, pulling at my hair to feel the physical pain instead of the mental pain that was clawing my insides up.

"I don't know what to do with you." He confessed, "You told her everything, Ailie!"

My palms pressed into my eyes as I shook my head, the panic bubbling up inside me. The truth would kill her. It would ruin her like it ruined my father. How could I? How could I do this to her?

"Is she okay?" My voice was small as it leaked out of my lips like a whisper.

"She's devastated. I had to bring her to Dr Greys once we got home." He whispered, concern clearly laced inside of his tired voice. "You promised me you'd never do this again. What am I supposed to do with you? You're going to kill her too!"

"No!" I sat up shaking my head frantically as the tears rolled down unendingly, "Don't say that. I won't. I would never."

"God, Ailie. I hope you're right." He hissed out, "You already took away the love of my life. Don't take away the only good thing I have left too." He stood up, tossing my glasses on my lap. "Aurora's coming home until she calms down --you need to be out by the time I come back with her." He told me sharply before leaving the room.

~+~+~

"You look like crap," Emma pulled me into a hug as I stood on her doormat with my bags. "Mom's just attempting to make lunch; you can go get some food while I put this in my room." She squeezed my arm, smiling encouragingly.

"Thanks, Emma." I whispered, walking into the little grey house. I walked down the hallway, leading straight to the kitchen with the delicious smell of vanilla rolling out of it. "Hey, Ms White." I smiled at the young woman; an older version of her daughter without bangs.

Her blue eyes flickered from the cookbook in front of her to me, "Hello, Ailie. Are you ever going to call me Mary?" She smiled, turning back to the book with a concentrated look on her face. "Emma's dad was always the cook." She explained sheepishly. "I never thought I would regret anything about divorcing that bâstard." She joked.

"If you need any help," I offered, "My mom taught me a few things."

"I've got to try doing this by myself; it's been years since I picked up a spatula." She chuckled.

"Good luck, Mary," I nodded before leaving her to her cooking. "Emma, I'll be outside! I just need to call someone." I informed her as I found my way to the backdoor. Stepping out into the porch, I quickly called Aunt Mel, hoping I hadn't made too much of a scene last night. I only recalled a little bit of it after I saw the memories of that night. I probably had a panic attack and blacked out.