Jenelle woke up early that morning. She was still wearing her clothes from the night before. The smell of vodka was still prominent on her dress and her once straight, blonde hair was matted to her face with vomit. Her head throbbed with the familiar ache of a hangover and she had blisters on her feet from her six inch, black stilettos.
She could hear her parents arguing downstairs, probably about her drinking...again. If only they knew, she thought to herself. It wasn't as if she was an alcoholic, she only drank on weekends and on occasion with her friends and she certainly didn't drink alone or at school.
The sudden ringing of her phone stopped her train of thought, the name Aleana, popped up on her phone. "How are you feeling this morning?" She could almost hear the sarcastic smile on her best friend's face. "I'm fine Ally." She said remembering not to mention the fact that her head felt as if it would explode.
They chatted for a while longer before Jenelle decided to try and diffuse the situation downstairs. As soon as she walked downstairs, she was faced with a quickfire of questions from her parents. "Where were you?""How did you get home?" "Who were you with?" As soon as one question was asked, another one would begin, not giving her a chance to even attempt to answer.
Suddenly a voice shouted, "do you ever consider why I drink!" It took Jenelle a moment before she realised that the voice was hers. She could see the shock on her parents' faces.
