One night, one too many, one boy... one mistake.

Chapter Four.

I pushed the door handle down slowly and quietly opened the door, I walked into my house, and it was completely silent. I crept around, not daring to make a loud sound; maybe I could get ready and leave the house without my Mum even realising that I had been in the house and that I still hadn’t returned home from my night out, that way I didn't have to face her, well at least for now and this would give me enough time to meet Sara and find out if I was pregnant or not before facing my Mum and her billions of questions of my whereabouts and what happened last night. I couldn’t deal with her questions right now.

I tip toed up the stairs, still concentrating on being silent around the house to avoid unwanted attention, great  I had managed to get up the stairs without being discovered. I dashed across the hallway to my bedroom door, slowly pulling the handle down and pushing the door open. I knew my door squeaked at a certain point due to it needing oiling desperately so I tried to avoid opening the door further than it needed it to stop the door from creaking. Once I had reached the point where I knew it squeaked I squeezed through the gap and snuck into my room.

Once in my room I quickly rushed around my room, finding something that I could quickly throw on and look decent in, considering my outfit from last night was plastered in the smell of aftershave, faded perfume and alcohol and the top I was wearing wasn’t mine and that was clear because it was huge and baggy on me which would raise my Mum’s suspicions if she caught me wearing it. I finally found something to wear; I climbed into it, not literally climbed, but scrambled into it in a less elegant manor. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and gasped, I looked terrible; my makeup was faded in places and some was halfway down my face and my hair was coming out of place, I sighed and grabbed my makeup and hair brush. I scraped my hair back into a ponytail; I freed my side fringe and tied the rest of my hair up tightly. I grabbed the can of hairspray that was by my mirror; I turned it around so it was the right way around and sprayed my hair madly with it to keep it in place. I checked my phone; I had 10 minutes to be ready and out of the house AND meet Sara, I knew I was never going to make it on time. I grabbed a makeup wipe out of the packet, as usual several came out at the same time, I sighed; this was not the time, I separated the wipes from each other and shoved the unwanted ones back into the packet. The packet rustled in my fingers, “shhhh!” I hissed as I wiped off the remainder of last night's makeup off of my face, I threw the wipe on the floor and grabbed my makeup bag, and I was rushing by now. I rummaged through the bag in search of my foundation; I found it and applied it as normal using the sponge to apply it evenly. I then found my blusher and its brush; I applied a light amount of blusher across my cheeks and then put some mascara on, knowing that I didn't have enough time to do my normal makeup routine. I sighed, I will have to do. I got up and stretched, my legs had gone to sleep and it hurt to move for a split second. I grabbed my phone off of the side and put it in my pocket, followed by my keys and some money.

Getting in the house undiscovered wasn’t the tricky part; it was sneaking back out of my bedroom, down the stairs and out of the front door without being spotted by anyone that would be the test. I took a deep breath as I stood by my bedroom door; I needed to do this carefully but at the same time as quickly as I could. I was so close to freedom. I was so close to being unnoticed by my Mum so I could avoid the awkward situation and not have to explain my whereabouts just yet. I needed to get out of the house now with no distractions; I was late enough as it was.

I squeezed through the gap between the door frame and the door once again, I then slowly shut the door behind me just how I left it when I went out last night so it would throw my Mum off thinking that I had been home at all today. I looked around the hallway, listening out for any tell tale signs that anyone else was in the house also, it was silent. I knew that I still had to be on my toes as anyone could come in at anytime. I crept across the hallway and down the stairs, taking care not to tread on any of the steps with unsteady floorboards. Once at the bottom of the stairs I rushed towards the front door and opened it quickly. I had made it!

I waited impatiently at the bus stop for the bus to take me to the coffee shop; I was late enough as it was. Now was not the time for the bus to be late also, thankfully after 5 minutes of waiting I was finally on the bus and on my way to see Sara.