Along Those Lines

Chapter five.

-B's P.O.V-

The rest of the night was a blur. That stupid church girl almost killed my vibe, almost.

I groaned at the instant headache that shot through my skull, refusing to open my eyes.

Why did I drink more? Why was I in the guest room, and most importantly why wasn't I alone?

I glanced over at the bottle blonde laying beside me completely nude. god damn it. not again.

I fell back on the pillow and let out a groan of frustration. I needed to get the hell out of this room.

I got up and slipped into the clothes that I could find. the rest had to have been somewhere around the room but I had no time.

I needed to get all of this picked up before my roommate got home and I didn't have long.

I ripped the covers from the bed, revealing the blonde'a full figure. she stirred, opening her eyes.

"good morning.." She spoke through a grin, her eyes wandering me up and down.

"look, I didn't promise any breakfast. get out." I said, throwing her clothes to her.

I walked out of the bedroom and wandered through all of the rooms, making as much noise as I could.

It was extremely early but I didn't care. my roommates house wasn't a hotel, at least not when she was on her way home anyway.

I gathered all the garbage I could within the time span I had, which wasn't very long at all. At least I had gotten all of the people up and out.

The familiar headlights shined through the drapes in the living room causing me to panic. This place wasn't cleaned nearly enough for Jessica to keep my head on my shoulders.

There was no hiding the party I had just previously thrown the night before. The cups lining the floor and the empty dime bags gave me away.

~*~

"This is the last time i'm telling you this, Beatrice." she spat, anger swimming in her voice.

  "I told you not to call me that." I snarled at the sound of my hideous full name, she knew I hated yet she continued to call me it.  

"This is my house too, I pay half of the rent.." I snapped, watching as she looked around the house in disgust. She didn't drink and she sure as hell didn't smoke weed so this was a living hell for her.

"Looks like we both don't know how to listen. Your fifty dollars a week is far from half of the rent and definitely not nearly enough for me to allow you to destroy my place." She said, her words cutting through me like a knife.

"You know it's hard for me to get a job, Jess." I narrow my gaze, Jessica was probably the only one I could depend on, or at least I thought so.

"I give you an inch, and you take a mile. Nothing can cut it for you, can it? This is it. You're running out of luck, B." She said, sounding defeated.

"I can't babysit you like a child, but I don't want to have to worry about you while i'm away. What if the cops show up? Then what? You won't be able to run this time.." She spoke something she had so many times before. She looked serious this time.

Jessica was like the mother I never had. She had taken care of me for the last two years even if she put herself and career at risk. I loved her for it, she just didn't understand. She never really was around to understand.

Then again, nobody ever understood.

AN;

I am back and super inspired so please enjoy even though there is only like five of you.