𝙼𝚁 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳 {𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍} 𝙴 𝙳 𝙸 𝚃 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶

Chapter one

*2627 words warning you*

The dull ache of my head and the screeching sound of my alarm is what causes me to ponder on all life decisions I've made up until now.

Including the choice of my friends as I hear the melodic scream of my roommate.

"Hey ZARA YOU AWAKE?" Even though she was on the other side of our apartment, her words were clearer than day.

Another projection came outta the loud girl meanwhile I was squishing my face into my pillows in an attempt to drown out her irritating voice. Groaning in the process.

The urge to pee is what truly compelled me to finally get out of bed, not the woman who was my so called friend.

So quite Painfully I stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom I went to relieve my cruel bladder.

"Oh my god I look like death" I frowned at myself as I saw my glorious appearance. My hair was sticking up in all sorts of ways and my eyes were as red as blood, while my under eyes bags were sagging like a grandmas tits. The whole site of myself was horrific.

To rid myself of this ogre complexion I freshened up as best as I could, to try and bring myself back to normal. From the night I'd had, I needed some type of closure.

When I walked into the kitchen I saw a steaming pile of pancakes, and I couldn't love my roommate more.

My roommate Faith was annoying but she always knew how to treat me when I was feeling like complete and utter cow shit.

"Hey babe, made ya some breakfast since I'm guessing you still feel like shit from last night" She sympathised hugging my shoulders as I played with my fingers.

Last night was the definition of a shit show. If I could rank the worst nights of my life last night would be top three.

My face went pale, and my eyes were pooling with the tears I tried so hard not to let go.

"Baby this isn't what it looks like," He said as soon as he noticed I was standing in the doorway, well after he had removed his lips from the brunette hag sprawled across his bed.

"I...I should go" I said quietly running out the door, the last thing I saw was him pulling up his pants and attempted effort to call for my name.

...

"Hi can a get ummm some shots of tequila" I slurred

"Sure how many."

"uhumm I dunno mister as many as you can give me," I giggled.

It had been quite some time since I'd seen my boyfriend of two years fucking a girl. And in the last two hours I'd cried endlessly and had a fair few drinks....I think a bit too much.

But you see my boyfriend is a man whore therefore I have every right to get piss drunk, actually I think it's vital for a heart broken girl to drink and cry away her sorrows otherwise she will be wallowing in her self pity and god knows what will happen with that.

The bartender shook his head he must see hopelessly lame girls getting drunk every night, he's probably used to it. The guy passed me a tray of shot glasses which brightened up my eyes.

I looked at my phone and had received 34 missed calls from Cody or should I say shit face.

The sight of the missed phone calls made me pick up a shot glass.

Cody can go fuck himself, I downed the shot instantly.....

"Hey now," faith said as I sniffled reliving the moments from last night, well the only moments I could remember. After the one tequila shot I had, everything is either a blur or a complete blank.