Picture Perfect [UNDER REVISION]

Teenage Dirtbag

Edited: 06/23/2017

"Courage is being scared to death-and saddling up anyway."- John Wayne

The morning light was rather harsh on my eyes for depriving me of completing a midsummer night's sleep, but I knew time would not stop at my convenience, so I needed to wake up. I covered my mouth and yawned into the palm of my hand before wincing from the throbbing pain in my head. I drank one-too-many shots last night, and now I was paying the price with a massive hangover.

"Son of a bitch."

I slid out of the duvet and scurried across the cold linoleum floor into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. It was then when I realized I had fallen asleep in my dress and in my makeup which explained the dark smudges under my eyes. I pulled a washcloth off from the rack and wet it with warm water before cleaning up my face. My eyes burned a little when the rag came into contact with my mascara, but I forced myself to continue wiping until I was make-up-free. After I finished, I opened the medicine cabinet and took an Advil as I tried to recall the events from last night.

Anya wanted to celebrate my return home with a college degree from NYU by going to Club Green-light, a new club that had opened up recently. I was more than reluctant to go out at first because of what happened at my time during University, but her constant pleading eventually made me cave.

"You won't be young forever, Lucy. It's time for you to start living your life again," She reminded me.

Part of me knew Anya was right. I wanted to be able to look back at myself ten years from now, filled with empowerment, and tell him, "You didn't win," but I know that will never happen. I don't have the strength to confront him yet.

Anya squeezed my hand reassuringly, dishing out a sweet smile as we entered the club and led me over to the bar for some drinks.

"Hello ladies. What will we be drinking tonight?" The barista asked us.

"My friend and I would just love some tequila," Anya said in a sultry voice, naturally poking out her chest as she spoke.

"Okay, comin' right up," He replied while quickly turning around to look for some shot glasses.

"You should be taking notes, Lucy," Anya whispered to me while smiling at the bartender. I just rolled my eyes.

"Here's the tequila, and your shot glasses. If you need anything else, just let me know," The man winked at her before walking down to the opposite end of the counter to serve other customers.

I was surprised he left the entire bottle with us. Anya filled our glasses to the rim until they were nearly overflowing with the tequila before handing me a shot.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Yeah," I agreed.

I hung the washcloth back on the rack before unzipping my dress and stepping out of the clothing when it fell round my ankles. I pulled back the shower curtain and twisted the dial to the right then stepped back as the warm water shot out the little holes. I kicked my clothing to the side before retrieving the tropical scented body wash and stepping inside the shower. I squirted some of the liquid out onto my hands and rubbed my palms together, scrubbing down my body. With every passing moment, the scenes from last night became more vivid in my mind.

"Hey, wait a second! Aren't you forgetting something?" The man called back, causing me to stop in my tracks in confusion. I turned around to meet his green eyes with a frown and noticed he was carrying the very items I was searching for in his hands.