Remedy

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸: 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝙸)

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Copyright © by DivineSucculents
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A bacon-like aroma filled Megan's nose as she awoke from the best sleep she has had in a while.  After finally purging herself of bottled up emotions, she felt lighter.  It was as though a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. 

Megan yawned and lightly stretched before getting off the bed.   She preceded to make her way to her bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.  Gazing into the mirror, her mind began buzzing with random thoughts from last night's events.  She still partially blamed herself for what occurred last night despite Jaeliey telling her that it wasn't her fault.  If she would've put the bottle down sooner and got out the club, she wouldn't have ended up under Trey...

Megan inhaled sharply and groaned closing her eyes in hopes to find some inner peace.  Don't think about it.  Don't think about it.  Don't think about it.  Don't think about it.  It's not your fault.  It's not your fault.  It's not your fault.  It's not your fault.  It's not your fault. 

The mantra repeated in her mind while she took deep breaths until she started to calm down.  Slowly opening her eyes, Megan stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"You're totally fine," she reassured herself with a wide smile. 

With that, Megan brushed her teeth and washed her face.  She decided to hold off on the shower until Jaeliey told her what her schedule looked like for the day.  Megan would've hated if she took a shower and threw on a certified hot-girl outfit just to be home most of the day.  Hence, Megan decided to make her way downstairs to ask her assistant about her plans for the day. 

"JAELIEYYYY!"

Jaeliey jumped at the sudden noise and offered Megan an unenthused glance before turning back to the big pot of grits that was on the stove.

"Really Meg?  Was that necessary?  You are standing less than 6 feet away form me."

"Yes it was," Megan smiled, "I didn't think you could hear me over all this delicious ass food talking."

Jaeliey chuckled at her friend's joke and shook her head.  "You're so corny you know that?  But thanks for calling my food delicious. I mean we all know who top chef is around this joint, but it's nice to hear you say it from time to time."

Megan's face frowned up, feigning hurt.   "Girl, what?  You know damn well my cooking is good too, don't play."

Jaeliey turned off the pot of grits and put more bacon in the pan. Then, she skillfully flipped a pancake in the air causing it to land perfectly in its pan.  The taller woman rolled her eyes before mouthing, "Show off," behind Jaeliey's back.  

"What was that?  I thought a woman who makes burnt pancakes said sum'."

"They weren't burnt," Megan corrected.  "They were just...well-done."

Jaeliey snickered and then moved to the pan on the far right of the stove so that she could scramble the eggs.  "If well-done means almost charcoal black then I guess you're right.  Your pancakes were well-done, indeed."