Authors note: This is something I've been playing with in my head for a while. All errors, punctuation, grammar or otherwise are mine. This is unbeta-ed and extremely rough.
If there is enough interest in this it will develop into a full story but Unprivileged will be my main priority.
Consider yourself warned.
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P.S: Written to be read in story width 3/4.
I woke up in a daze, empties surrounding me.
I groaned, the sound entirely too loud for my hungover brain and stood up.
There were people sprawled out in various places in my tiny trailer. The smell of rancid sick and b.o permeated the small room, and I felt ill.
I stumbled wearily over to the small kitchen searching, hoping I would find something to alleviate my hangover.
I found a half empty 1/5th of scotch and took a giant swig from the bottle, relishing in the burn I felt as the liquid scorched already sore throat.
Taking a few more swigs I closed the bottle and opened the freezer, hiding the bottle in bag of already opened frozen peas. I shoved the bag deep into the back of the freezer, hiding it.
Living where I lived, with the people who seemed to end up here I knew better. If it was found I'd have no chance of finishing it. I learned that quick, if it's yours better make claim or hide it. Freeloaders don't care.
Walking back into the living room I kicked Catie, who was passed out on some random dudes chest. She mumbled something I couldn't comprehend and rolled over.
"Bitch wake up." I whisper-yelled.
"We need to get these people out of here. My moms going to come home soon." I kicked her again, not anticipating her grabbing my foot.
I fell down, hard. "Fuck." I groaned, rubbing my ass.
"Seriously Cat, get the hell up and help me get these people out of here."
"Okay, okay!" Sitting up slowly she held her head. I knew she felt like crap but I didn't care.
It was my ass that was on the line here. Not hers.
Standing she pulled down her night tee and helped me up.
"Come on lets just get them out first then we can clean..." Cat trailed off.
The door handle jingled.
The sound of a key being placed in the deadlock was the only sound I could hear.
Our breathing became shallow, bated as we waited.
The door opened, and my mom walked in, her heels clicking on the linoleum.
She turned the corner, still in her "work clothes" and exclaimed, "What the fuck!? Bella what the hell is going on?!"
Cat and I turned to each other, our eyes speaking what our voices wouldn't, couldn't.
One, Two, Three..