The soft glow of the alarm clock filled my eyes, displaying the numbers 12:01. Shit, I've only had 6 hours? I usually get 10! Rolling out of bed and feeling the pounding in my head from the hangover I have, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and I realized how bad I actually looked; some of my hair fell out of he messy bun I put up last night, I had bags under my eyes and I was wearing a large hoodie over the top of my ridiculously small dress I wore out last night. I tugged the dress off and put some shorts on, standing there in a hoodie and shorts made me look more presentable right?
Where was Jack? The apartment was so quiet. There was no music playing or jack singing, no tv in the background or bacon sizzling from downstairs like there usually was.
Walking into the kitchen, I pulled out two headache tablets from the overhead cupboards and filled a cup full of water. The tiles were stone cold of my feet as I walked over to the stairs, but I heard the door open, a drunken Jack stumbled into view.
"Where the fuck have you been?" I squinted from the brightness behind the door he hadn't closed. The threw his phone and jacket onto the couch with his eyes closed before he collapsed on top. "I'm not in the mood Jack, where the fuck were you?!" I asked walking over to him.
"Calm down babe I was 'round Con's," he slurred drunkly. As he pulled a blanket over himself I yanked it off him. I can always tell when he was lying. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He yelled. I winced and glared down at him.
"You didn't come home with me last night. Where were you, other then your brothers house? Don't you lie to me!" I yelled, despite the headache. As he stood up, I noticed a large red hickey on his neck. I certainly didn't give him that! "Who the fuck were you with Jack?
He just groaned and faced me, he smelled strongly of vodka, perfume and cologne. "I just told you, CONORS!" He yelled back. He saw my gaze on his neck and he started stuttering. "Tha- it's a- it's not mine," he grumbled. I wanted to laugh and punch him at the same time.
"If course it's not yours Jack, it's the bitch's who gave it to you! Who did you hook up with?!" He attempted to walk to the door again, but I threw a pillow at his back.
"Shut the fuck up! I was drunk alright! I am drunk alright?!" He yelled back turning around. We were both fed up at this point, but I had so much anger flowing through me.
"Fine, I'll let the face that you hooked up with someone slide. It's cool. Just letting you know, you smell like hookers and desperation! Leave. NOW!"
Jack laughed sarcastically and threw his hands up. "Great, was planning on doing so anyway!" The door slammed shut and I knew the neighbors were going to be questioning me when they saw me next. My face grew hot and I felt tears drip down my cheeks.
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Damn Jack! Another update for you all. Also, we're so close to 10k! Hope you enjoyed
