Drugs Are For Losers. Do Alcohol Instead!

Ch-28 feeling someting? ❤️

My palms sweat wildly, the mug I'm clinging to barely staying in my grip despite the force I'm putting on it

Is John seriously in my house right now? in my shower? using my products? I'm pissed, I should be pissed.. So why do I feel so..

I glance towards the bathroom door, staring holes into it before retracting my gaze and sighing into my palm

I should be focusing on more pressing matters right now.. like the fact I know damn well he hasn't made contact with Seraphina yet or tried to talk about the situation

...

besides.. did I give him a towel..?

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rough draft

Shaaaa...

The tiles squeak below my feet, damp and slippery from the lather running off my body

I regather my thoughts and cool my head

How did I end up here..no why did I end up here..

I know why, I know damn well why I ended up here

Ive always known--

I dump shampoo on my head in an attempt to stop my rampant thoughts

The shower feels quieter than before, the only thing staying on my ears is my chest, more specifically the heart beat that's rapidly increasing with no sign of stopping

am I seriously about to have a heart attack in the shower?

--!?

Ack- fuck- shampoo got in my eye--!

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I watch as a certain raven haired individual

steps out of the bathroom, clothed in my pajamas and a damp towel slung over his shoulders

He glances at me cautiously

We share a very long and malicious glare before I speak up

"I made tea. it will get cold If you keep standing there"

He flinches, pauses, then treks over the couches, plopping down comfortably into the cushions as if he owned them, Well..He does have a spare key.. but that's a topic for another day.

...

And its not like he hasn't been here.. before

I pick up my with a shaky hand mug and sip it slowly

I can hardly remember what occurred the night we were drinking, though I do know something happened.

I wouldn't have woken up the following morning with a bruised lip if something didn't

I sigh and look to the side, promptly reaching for the remote and turning on the tv

"What do you want to watch." I say dryly

He looks at me with surprise for a second before staring back into his mug

"Anything, is fine" he answers after a second, seemingly thinking about something, with distant eyes

...

Its so awkward.

This is ridiculous, this is my house after all, who is this bastard to come into my house and make me feel awkward?

"Have you contacted Seraphina yet?" I speak up once again

Most definitely not the best thing to start with but I couldn't care less. After all, what is he going to do? kill me in my own house?