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Little paws scratched frantically on the front door, the doorknob jiggling from the occasional push of a wet nose.
“Nnnnnoooooooooooo…..” Sophia groaned, rolling over to force her face into Elliot’s pillow. She had been in and out of sleep for the past twenty minutes or so, but that dog’s pesky barking was sure to decimate any chance at falling back asleep. “Why…” her voice was muffled as she gripped the pillow, sighing into it. It was too early for this shit.
More desperate scratches at the door, and now a little whimper.
Sophia pulled herself up, a feat in itself. Across the room, on top of a box, Elliot sat quietly staring at her. Oh. Right…. She came here last night. “Oh hell…” She whispered under her breath, meeting eyes with him. Her heart dropped and she instantly wished she had never existed. What had she said to him? What exactly did she remember from last night? She was probably better off if she didn’t remember.
“Uh… I’ll let the dog in.” She stood, noting that Elliot was in the midst of attaching a prosthetic leg. The memory of asking who hurt him came flooding back, nearly making her outwardly cringe.
Standing up came with a wave of bricks to her skull; pounding and making her head feel ten times as heavy. She put her hand on her forehead, closing her eyes for a brief moment as she walked across the room and opened the front door. The dog, once enraptured by the idea of coming inside, fell on all fours again and stared up at Sophia with disdain.
STARE
“Come on…” Sophia opened the door further and gestured for her to come inside.
The dog snorted in derision and began to trot inside, unimpressed. Sophia slowly closed the door behind her, watching her strut all the way over to Elliot’s side to promptly sit as close to his side as she could possibly get.
Yawning, She walked over to the edge of the bed and grabbed her phone. “Thank’s for letting me crash he-” Sophia looked at the date on her phone. Wednesday, March 2nd. 7:35am. “Shit!” Sitting back down on the bed, she heavily sighed. “I was supposed to have my Stage Management class in 20 minutes…” She melted onto the bed, sprawling out with half of her body on the bed and the other half on the floor. If there had been any sense of motivation in her earlier, it had just evaporated into thin air.
She stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, hoping that she would wake up from a bad dream any moment. What the hell was wrong with her? “Fine..” She sat up again, trying to smooth down her mess of brown locks. “No class today…” She was really in no shape to go anyway, but she didn’t need to tell Elliot that. “Can I use your shower?” She felt disgusting, so Elliot had no choice really. She was going to use it whether he liked it or not.
Before he could answer, Sophia pulled the cream colored sweater dress up and over her head. Tossing it on the floor, she began to wiggle out of her black leggings to reveal her undergarments as she made her way to the bathroom. She was too groggy and hungover to give a damn about what Elliot thought of her body. She had certainly grown into her own since he had seen her last, but she would think about that at a later time.
As she entered his bathroom and closed the door she felt her phone buzz. Looking at it, she noticed a text message from James. Great. The family had to be aware that she was missing now. “You’re so fucking stupid, Sophi.” This was completely out of her usual morning routine. She put her phone down on the counter and looked at herself in the mirror. Sometimes she really hated what she had to look back at.
Deciding not to stand there and scrutinize every little thing about herself, she picked the phone back up and opened James’ text. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she thought of what to say. How did Riley know she had been drinking? That was not a talk she wanted to have right now… or ever. She quickly typed up a short reply, not wanting to dwell on it anymore. “I slept over Elliot’s. I’m good!” It wasn’t exactly a lie.
@Saint Girralo
Turning on the water, Sophia began to scroll through her twitter feed that she had completely neglected the last day. As usual, Kylie had put out several obnoxious tweets.
“OMG MY BROTHER IS A FUCKING DICK. #RUDE #WHOEVENDOESTHAT?!”
Yesterday morning had started off fabulously.
“I <3 OJ! #healthy #yum”
There her little sister was, half naked and holding the glass of orange juice that Sophia had forced her to have. She shook her head. “So this is how she has all those followers…” She couldn’t really blame her, Kylie had a body she could flaunt. Nonetheless, reading the comments of horny little boys was sickening. She scrolled on and got naked, the water warm now.
“Girl time! Gonna live large! #sisterlylove #theysocute”
Oh good. A reminder for her to take Kylie’s name off of the list at Olivia and Zoey’s schools.
“LOL SHE’S SO CUTE. LOOK AT THOSE BOOGERS IN HER NOSE! #SleepySis #GoldMine #Ew”
Sophia’s eyes widened as she saw a picture of herself, passed out on her bed completely unaware of Kylie snooping in her room. Her face reddened in embarrassment. Fucking Kylie! She opened up a direct message to her sister and began to type, “ARE YOU SERIOUS KYLIE?!” Just before hitting send, Sophia stopped and took a deep breath. No, she did not want to start off the day just the same as yesterday. She had already caused enough trouble for herself today.
Locking her phone and setting it back on the counter, she stepped into the shower.
She had spent about ten minutes actually washing herself with Elliot’s cheap bath supplies, and the rest of the twenty minutes had been spent closing her eyes and leaning on the wall trying to make the headache stop. Tapping on the door suddenly brought her back to reality. Sighing, she shut off the water. Showers were good for hangovers and to be quite honest she didn’t want to go out to face the world. Especially Elliot.
Reluctantly she grabbed a towel hanging on the rack and dried herself. She would have to leave the safety of this bathroom at some point. Maybe, with luck, Elliot would never mention what happened last night ever again. During her shower, she had thought about the events of last night. Unfortunately she was not drunk enough to completely black out.
Wrapping herself in a towel, she opened the door and peaked out. She smiled sheepishly when she met eyes with Elliot, obviously annoyed about her long usage of his shower. “Sorry.” She slipped out of the door and walked around him, picking up her clothes from the floor. Scurrying back into the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and quickly got dressed in yesterday's clothes. Gross. She would need to go home and change immediately. Guess it was time to call another Uber. Before stepping back out into Elliot’s view she tied up her damp hair in two loose braids.
“Thanks for… taking care of me last night.” She said as she exited the bathroom, a forced weak smile on her face. Her heart sped up as silence fell between them. What was she supposed to say? He probably thought the worst of her. First she slapped him, then she showed up to his house as an emotional drunk wreck.
Plopping down on the edge of his bed, she glanced around the room nervously. “So…” Her eyes caught on the dog again. “What’s her name?” She would rather talk about anything but the events of last night, or what led to it.
Little paws scratched frantically on the front door, the doorknob jiggling from the occasional push of a wet nose.
“Nnnnnoooooooooooo…..” Sophia groaned, rolling over to force her face into Elliot’s pillow. She had been in and out of sleep for the past twenty minutes or so, but that dog’s pesky barking was sure to decimate any chance at falling back asleep. “Why…” her voice was muffled as she gripped the pillow, sighing into it. It was too early for this shit.
More desperate scratches at the door, and now a little whimper.
Sophia pulled herself up, a feat in itself. Across the room, on top of a box, Elliot sat quietly staring at her. Oh. Right…. She came here last night. “Oh hell…” She whispered under her breath, meeting eyes with him. Her heart dropped and she instantly wished she had never existed. What had she said to him? What exactly did she remember from last night? She was probably better off if she didn’t remember.
“Uh… I’ll let the dog in.” She stood, noting that Elliot was in the midst of attaching a prosthetic leg. The memory of asking who hurt him came flooding back, nearly making her outwardly cringe.
Standing up came with a wave of bricks to her skull; pounding and making her head feel ten times as heavy. She put her hand on her forehead, closing her eyes for a brief moment as she walked across the room and opened the front door. The dog, once enraptured by the idea of coming inside, fell on all fours again and stared up at Sophia with disdain.
STARE
“Come on…” Sophia opened the door further and gestured for her to come inside.
The dog snorted in derision and began to trot inside, unimpressed. Sophia slowly closed the door behind her, watching her strut all the way over to Elliot’s side to promptly sit as close to his side as she could possibly get.
Yawning, She walked over to the edge of the bed and grabbed her phone. “Thank’s for letting me crash he-” Sophia looked at the date on her phone. Wednesday, March 2nd. 7:35am. “Shit!” Sitting back down on the bed, she heavily sighed. “I was supposed to have my Stage Management class in 20 minutes…” She melted onto the bed, sprawling out with half of her body on the bed and the other half on the floor. If there had been any sense of motivation in her earlier, it had just evaporated into thin air.
She stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, hoping that she would wake up from a bad dream any moment. What the hell was wrong with her? “Fine..” She sat up again, trying to smooth down her mess of brown locks. “No class today…” She was really in no shape to go anyway, but she didn’t need to tell Elliot that. “Can I use your shower?” She felt disgusting, so Elliot had no choice really. She was going to use it whether he liked it or not.
Before he could answer, Sophia pulled the cream colored sweater dress up and over her head. Tossing it on the floor, she began to wiggle out of her black leggings to reveal her undergarments as she made her way to the bathroom. She was too groggy and hungover to give a damn about what Elliot thought of her body. She had certainly grown into her own since he had seen her last, but she would think about that at a later time.
As she entered his bathroom and closed the door she felt her phone buzz. Looking at it, she noticed a text message from James. Great. The family had to be aware that she was missing now. “You’re so fucking stupid, Sophi.” This was completely out of her usual morning routine. She put her phone down on the counter and looked at herself in the mirror. Sometimes she really hated what she had to look back at.
Deciding not to stand there and scrutinize every little thing about herself, she picked the phone back up and opened James’ text. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she thought of what to say. How did Riley know she had been drinking? That was not a talk she wanted to have right now… or ever. She quickly typed up a short reply, not wanting to dwell on it anymore. “I slept over Elliot’s. I’m good!” It wasn’t exactly a lie.
@Saint Girralo
Turning on the water, Sophia began to scroll through her twitter feed that she had completely neglected the last day. As usual, Kylie had put out several obnoxious tweets.
“OMG MY BROTHER IS A FUCKING DICK. #RUDE #WHOEVENDOESTHAT?!”
Yesterday morning had started off fabulously.
“I <3 OJ! #healthy #yum”
There her little sister was, half naked and holding the glass of orange juice that Sophia had forced her to have. She shook her head. “So this is how she has all those followers…” She couldn’t really blame her, Kylie had a body she could flaunt. Nonetheless, reading the comments of horny little boys was sickening. She scrolled on and got naked, the water warm now.
“Girl time! Gonna live large! #sisterlylove #theysocute”
Oh good. A reminder for her to take Kylie’s name off of the list at Olivia and Zoey’s schools.
“LOL SHE’S SO CUTE. LOOK AT THOSE BOOGERS IN HER NOSE! #SleepySis #GoldMine #Ew”
Sophia’s eyes widened as she saw a picture of herself, passed out on her bed completely unaware of Kylie snooping in her room. Her face reddened in embarrassment. Fucking Kylie! She opened up a direct message to her sister and began to type, “ARE YOU SERIOUS KYLIE?!” Just before hitting send, Sophia stopped and took a deep breath. No, she did not want to start off the day just the same as yesterday. She had already caused enough trouble for herself today.
Locking her phone and setting it back on the counter, she stepped into the shower.
She had spent about ten minutes actually washing herself with Elliot’s cheap bath supplies, and the rest of the twenty minutes had been spent closing her eyes and leaning on the wall trying to make the headache stop. Tapping on the door suddenly brought her back to reality. Sighing, she shut off the water. Showers were good for hangovers and to be quite honest she didn’t want to go out to face the world. Especially Elliot.
Reluctantly she grabbed a towel hanging on the rack and dried herself. She would have to leave the safety of this bathroom at some point. Maybe, with luck, Elliot would never mention what happened last night ever again. During her shower, she had thought about the events of last night. Unfortunately she was not drunk enough to completely black out.
Wrapping herself in a towel, she opened the door and peaked out. She smiled sheepishly when she met eyes with Elliot, obviously annoyed about her long usage of his shower. “Sorry.” She slipped out of the door and walked around him, picking up her clothes from the floor. Scurrying back into the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and quickly got dressed in yesterday's clothes. Gross. She would need to go home and change immediately. Guess it was time to call another Uber. Before stepping back out into Elliot’s view she tied up her damp hair in two loose braids.
“Thanks for… taking care of me last night.” She said as she exited the bathroom, a forced weak smile on her face. Her heart sped up as silence fell between them. What was she supposed to say? He probably thought the worst of her. First she slapped him, then she showed up to his house as an emotional drunk wreck.
Plopping down on the edge of his bed, she glanced around the room nervously. “So…” Her eyes caught on the dog again. “What’s her name?” She would rather talk about anything but the events of last night, or what led to it.