Living in London (lgbt+)

Working at the hotel

This story starts about 2 years ago.
I was 17 years old and living in Portugal at the moment. I had lived there all my life and had only now started to think about moving to London.
I was in 'high school', or the equivalent to a 'high school' and I had the chance to study cooking while I went through those 3 torturous years.
I never really liked the course but I made a few good friends, my grades weren't terrible and things at home had calmed down after my teenage years of annoying rebellion mixed with depression and cofusion about my sexuality (this was when I was 14-15).
I'd like to think that that time of my life and even prior, has nothing to do with the reason why I started smoking weed in high school but who am I kidding?
We all struggle and we all find a way to be included in something, even if that's the group of the 'druggies'.
I know what you're thinking, 'woooow chill, it's just a little weed' but when your growing up in Portugal, smoking a few joints gets you the same looks as a heroine addict but anyway...

*March 2017*
Fast forward to the end of the 3rd year of high school, the final year, and I had to do an internship (as part of the course) in the north of Portugal with 2 'friends' from my class, Ella and Dani.
This internship was about 1 hour away from where I lived (at the stay inn hotel) so we rented a house. 1 room for me, 1 room for my mom and sister to stay over every other weekend, 1 room for my 2 friends to share, a kitchen, a bathroom, living room and a little patio outside the kitchen.
For the first month or so we were in heaven. We sang karaoke on the playstation, smoked freely through the house, I was finally able to smoke a joint at home (my rolling skills were getting better each day) plus I was getting it from a friend of mine for free. We just felt like adults for the first time in our lives.

Then after 2 months, me and Ella (one of the friends) and my mom were getting along really well, going out on the weekends, going to the cinema, 4D experiences, escape rooms but Dani (my other 'friend') was getting a bit bossy and just all over the place at this point. She would knock on my door 1 hour before I had to be up because she was up doing her makeup and thought everyone was going to be late. She also met a random guy (while she had a boyfriend abroad) and after 1 week she was fucking him everywere in the house when we weren't there and would then hide it from us. Little did I know that this guy smoked joints as well. (you'll understand why this is relevant later)
So after a month or so of this and having to work and live with each other 24/7, plus me having exams to get into university to go to London, me and Ella just started having arguments with Dani all the time because of the smallest things and we entered this pattern of me and Ella trying to talk to Dani rationally and Dani apologizing for her actions to then 1 week later going back to the same and we would just end up getting frustrated. So frustrated that one day, I confronted Dani in the hotel's cafeteria while having dinner, to which she reacted by getting up to go cry in the toilet (in retrospective I think I could've handled the situation better but, oh well)

So now we still had a month or less before finishing the internship and Dani was still seeing that guy. He just hung around leaving rubbish from his joints around the house and making a couple of holes in the blankets on the sofa from when he comfortably sat down taking everything like it's his.
One day we were working in the kitchen and we were getting ready to wash everything to then go home (the 2 following days were my weekly days off) and I get a call from my mom. As it was late and we were almost done I answered it.
Me: Hello
Mom: We need to talk.- said in a furious but weirdly calm voice.
Me: What about?- said nervously
Mom: You know what it's about, don't play dumb with me.

To be continued...