Too Much

Chapter nine

"Fuck," I hissed and jumped up from the bed as I stumbled to the bathroom. I dropped to my knees, my head in the toilet bowl as the bile contents rose up from my stomach and emptied out of my mouth. I groaned quietly at the burning sensation in the back of my throat as I turned around and leaned against the wall. What the fuck happened last night?

I stretched my arm up and grabbed the wet towel on the counter before placing it on my throbbing head. I winced as I felt an odd burning feeling. I stood up and pushed myself to the counter before gasping as I looked in the mirror.

I had a long white bandage across my forehead and little scratches were evident as well. "What the fuck?" I muttered quietly. I slowly picked at the bandage, groaning in pain as I decided to rip it off quickly. A thick cut spanned about three inches on the left side of my head with dried blood around the area.

"You crashed your car coming home." I looked in the mirror at Vanessa as she sighed and walked forward. "Why would you drive home that drunk?"

"I hardly drank though." I shook my head lightly before placing the bandage back on. "I had maybe three drinks at most and they weren't that strong."

I grabbed a towel from the rack and opened the shower door but she quickly grabbed my arm. "Y/n..I think you're starting to drink too much-"

"Not you too." I groaned out. She was starting to sound a lot like Dana lately. "I go out maybe three times a month at most. I don't bring alcohol into the house or anything. I'm not an alcoholic or a drunk, whatever you wanna call it." I turned on the shower and began stripping my clothes. When I looked back at her, she was watching me with a weird glint in her eyes. "You wanna get in with me?" I smirked while raising my eyebrows.

Her weird glint turned into anger as she took a step back. "Y/n..I swear." Was all she said before walking out. I rolled my eyes and closed the door behind her, I get I crashed my car but I don't even remember driving so how was that my fault? I was probably drugged or something.

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I grabbed my suitcase and threw on a casual outfit for this ten hour flight to London for fashion week.

"Yo, are they rea.." I trailed off as I walked into the living room and it was empty. "Vanessa?" I called out but I got no reply. "I don't fucking have time for this." I huffed out as I walked into the kitchen and that's where I saw a white strip of paper taped to the fridge. I ripped it off before reading it.

You're not taking the kids to London, I don't think you're well enough to right now. Stop drinking so damn much and I love you, have safe flight dumbass.

-Vanessa

Bipolar as hell. I crumbled the paper up and tossed it into the trash can before walking out of the house.

"Oh she arises." I raised my eyebrows as Matt stood outside, leaning against his black Lamborghini.

"Why are you here?" I chucked out as I started to him.