Secrets & Sin (Surrender to Them 3)
“I like the sound of that.” I purred and let out another gasp.
I like the sound of that a lot.
The End
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Temptation & Trouble: Sneak Peek
Kacey
“Are you drunk? Kacey, look at me!” My mother met me at the door and caught me before I could stumble into the wall. “This again?
You’re twenty years old! You’re not even old enough to drink!”
“I’m fine, I just want to go to bed.” I could still taste the alcohol on my tongue when I spoke, so I knew there was no hiding my intoxication.
“You’re not fine!” She held my arm as I tried to pull away. “We’re going to have a long conversation about this tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to talk.” I broke free from her grasp but stumbled again. “Just leave me alone!”
“This is the last time you come home drunk, Kacey. I’m not putting up this kind of behavior anymore!” My mother folded her arms across her chest as I walked towards the hall.
“What’s going on?” I heard a squeaky voice and looked down the hallway to see my younger sister rubbing her eyes. “Why are you yelling at each other?”
“Go back to bed, Lucy.” I stumbled past her and grabbed my doorknob. “I’m fine.”
“Mommy, what’s wrong with Kacey?” Lucy’s voice was agitated and confused.
“I said I’m fine!” I turned and yelled at my sister before slamming my door in anger.
“You heard your sister—go back to bed.” My mother’s voice echoed in the hallway and then I heard her door close with a thud.
I walked across my bedroom and started peeling off clothes as I continued to stumble. I managed to strip down to my panties before crashing into the bed and falling across the mattress. I knew the morning would be filled with regret, but I needed to sleep before I faced my mother’s wrath. I was sure her threat was an empty one. It wasn’t the first time I had come home drunk and it wouldn’t be the last. It had been an everyday occurrence for so long that I lost track of the last time I went to bed without enough alcohol in my system to pass out.
Usually, my mother was already asleep when I came stumbling in the house, so I wasn’t sure if she realized exactly how bad it truly was. The few times she was awake, she threatened me, but they were empty threats. They certainly weren’t enough to make me stop. I went a little further than normal since it was Friday night and I didn’t have to work the next day. The alcohol numbed everything inside me and it was the only way I managed to cope with all of the things that went wrong in my life. I might have been on a downward spiral, but I was a long way from rock bottom.
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Oh yeah, this hangover is going to be a fucking bitch.
I woke up with dry eyes and a splitting headache. When I sat up in bed, I felt my stomach do a somersault and some of the liquor I drank the night before rumbled up into my esophagus. It tasted vile going down and the aftertaste was putrid. My body was covered in sweat, and even my perspiration smelled like vodka. I grabbed my shirt and wiped the drool from my mouth. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and hardly recognized the face staring back at me.
People used to say I was beautiful, but the girl in the mirror was disgusting. I ran my fingers through my light brown hair, flattened it the best I could, and found my cleanest dirty shirt. I needed something in my stomach that wasn’t fermented, and although the thought of eating made me want to hurl, I knew I wasn’t going to feel better unless I did.
I stepped out of my room once I had some clothes on and held my hand up to block the light from the window at the end of the hallway. The smell of bacon and coffee drew me towards the kitchen. I didn’t really want to face my mother, but my need for sustenance was stronger than the fear of her wrath. I made it to the end of the hallway without throwing up, which I considered to be a small victory. If I could get some food in me, the nausea would start to pass. I had become an expert in curing hangovers, which wasn’t something I was especially proud of, but it was necessary.
“Sit down, Kacey. We are going to have this conversation whether you want to or not.” My mother glared across her coffee cup as I walked into the kitchen.
“Where’s Lucy?” I looked over my shoulder into the living room where she would normally be watching Saturday morning cartoons.
“I asked her to go outside for a while, so we could talk.” My mother motioned to the chair. “Please sit down.”
“Fuck, let me get something to eat first.” I walked past her and felt her hand on my arm.