Lucky Little Me (New just my luck book 2)

Chapter 9

I woke up the next morning to the sun shining mercilessly through the curtains. I couldn't be late, not with where the sun was located. Groaning, I sat up and glanced around at my old bedroom. I knew I was in some shit for everything I pulled last night but I honestly wasn't to worried about it.

       I rolled out of bed and instantly regretted every choice I made last night, every drink I drank and just about everything I had said that I could remember. I remember arguing with Grey, over something stupid non-the-less. I knew better, I wasnt some insecure little girl, I knew Grey loved me and he wasn't going to leave, at least not anytime soon.

Heading downstairs, I noticed Laken sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee. He looked at me and gave me a soft smile, not seeming to be mad anymore like he was last night. "You're up early." He stated.

I nodded and rubbed my eyes. "Its like my body has this internal alarm whenever I drink. Wakes me up early the next morning so I can fix everything drunk me broke the night before." I said with a smile as I headed to the kitchen where I knew my mug of water would be waiting for me in the microwave. I hit the timer so it would warm up and I get everything ready for my tea.

Once settled I sat down on the couch and took a sip, blowing on it to cool down. Laken had the news playing and I couldn't help but to think back to when everything began and my face appeared on the news. We were sitting in these exact spots, drinking the same things, just very different people from who we are now.

"Seems like forever ago." I muttered, mostly to myself.

"Hmm?" Laken asked, looking over to me. I shook my head.

"Nothing, just thinking I guess." I shrugged it off, staring blankly at the Tv. The sinking feeling in my stomach was back and I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. I wasnt sure if it was Delta or because I feel guilty about last night, but I couldn't shake the feeling.

"Lake-"

"We need to talk." Laken and I said at the same time. I nodded, waiting for him to go first. "Last night-"

I cut him off. "Was a mess. I know." I sighed. "I'm so sorry Laken. I'm not sure what happened, I just know  I got way drunker than I should have and then.... I don't know." I sighed. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. It felt like things were falling apart, and I wasnt sure if it had to do with everything that happened two and a half months ago or what.

"Its not just that Mari. I called Grey last night. He said that you've been acting weird for a few days, that you're wanting to be alone and then having small meltdowns, you're not talking about anything you're just covering it up every time he tries to talk to you about I." He wasn't lying, I had been avoiding talking about my feelings, mostly because I wasn't sure what I was actually feeling.

I felt heat rise to my cheeks as tears slipped out, sliding down my face. I was hoping Beverly didn't come downstairs and see me like this. "I know." The words barely escaped my lips. I was breathing heavy, and I felt like I was going to pass out from the sinking feeling in my stomach.

"I think- Mari, I think you need to talk to someone. You never really dealt with grief over everything that happened. Its normal for you to experience these things." He wanted me to see a shrink.

"You think I'm mental?" I almost snorted, looking up at him. The only hint I've never actually dealt with was mental illnesses. I was lucky enough in that department. Though it was something that ran in my family.

"i think you've experienced more than anyone your age should ever have to deal with. I think it would be beneficial to talk to someone about it who doesn't know you personally." he sighed, moving towards the edge of his seat. I know I needed help, maybe it would help the nervous feeling in my stomach go away. Was it anxiety, a panic attack? I wasn't sure of anything anymore it felt like.

"Do you think it will help?" I breathed out. He pressed his lips together and nodded.

"I know of a good therapist in the area. We can give her a call and have you set up an appointment for tomorrow. When i talked to Grey last night he mentioned not coming home til Tuesday morning. Something about something else not working." Tuesday, great.

I nodded anyways, knowing that I didn't really have a choice at this point. I needed to talk to someone else about it, the things I was seeing and experiencing. I didn't think i was depressed, maybe just grieving differently than I thought. I thought it was better, that I was over it, maybe i was wrong.

"What are you thinking right now?" Laken asked, studying my face. I looked up and shrugged, not sure of what to possibly say.

"Lets call them."

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i took a shower and put on some of Lakens old clothes before he drove me home. I knew Seth was going to be at the flat so I wasn't going to be alone today which was good. It gave me a day to recover and get ready for classes tomorrow.

Stepping off the elevator and opening the door I sighed in relief when I saw the familiar place. I needed to call Grey, that was on my list of things to do today. As well as talk to delta, no matter how much she didn't want to talk to me. I think that would fix a lot of the problems I was currently dealing with, and I would sort the rest out later.

"Seth." I called out, my voice echoing of the walls.

"In the bedroom." He called back. I nodded and headed towards our bedroom to see him making the bed. "Hey, I wasn't sure what you guys were doing or what you wanted me to do, so....Ive been cleaning all day." he shrugged. I broke out into a smile, watching him straighten up my room/

"Cleaning?" I laughed. He nodded. "What all did you do?" We weren't messy, we did our dishes and swept and everything. I was kind of a neat freak when it came to stress cleaning.

"Moped, washed all the sheets in the spare bedrooms, your sheets, hope im not invading anything." He noted and I shrugged.

"Nah, we hid our dildo collection pretty well." I joked, he looked up at me almost in shock of my joke before letting out a chuckle.

"Nice one." He mumbled before pushing our shoes under the bed back in place a little bit more. Everything in here looked pretty neat. "I also dusted everything to."

"Well, thank you. I don't think he pays you well enough." I teased and she snorted.

"thats only because you don't know what he pays me. You keep giving me days off and he just keeps paying me, with this rate, I'm never leaving." He joked. I laughed as I headed out of the room and into the living room, making sure i had my cell phone.

"Do you need anything from me? I saw the grocery list and I figured i would wait until you got home and run some errands for you guys." Seth asked as he appeared in the entryway of the living room.

"I'm good, thank you though, for everything." I nodded. He sent me a smile, nodding back.

"Of course Mari."

I stared at my cell for a moment, waiting for the front door to close and listening for the familiar click of the lock, knowing that Seth was gone before I hit send.

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So, sorry about not updating gin like a year. Its been a time for me. Ive chose to o write some of this book on mental illness, not basing everything around it obviously, but part of it is going to address things like this because grief is a natural process in the human experience.

You may not like it so if you dont,  don't read it. I write these stories for me, and as much as I love when you guys read them and give me feedback, i choose what I write and I feel talking and normalizing things like therapy is a good direction to go.

this book wont be depressing I promise, a lot of the therapy-like things tie into the storyline quite a bit, so just hang out for a bit I guess.