I was still trying to keep my eyes open after my expedition and despite the fact that the sun had barely risen, I felt the strong urge to drown myself in some top-shelf liquor.
Tequila to be precise and there wasn't an ounce of me which felt guilty.
Malachi's message left me full of awe but I couldn't find the right words to text him back so till now, he's still on read.
I abandoned my luggage and phone a few minutes ago at the front door not giving two shits about what anyone who saw it may say and made my way to dad's personal bar as I rummaged through the drinks which sat neatly on their shelves. My nails run accross each label on each bottle and a frown fell upon my face.
A part of me wants to drown in all this liquor and just forget about everything that have happened these past few hours and another part of me wants to neglect this and just close my eyes on that bed upstairs and sleep, it's like that devil and angel thing people keep going on about. I'm in a dilemma where I honestly don't want to think about the consequences so I do the one thing I purpose to do.
I mischievously snatch a bottle of 1942 scotch from a shelf, find myself a tumbler and pour a whole glass. The stench was ridiculously vile and the moment the liquid hit my tongue I felt like spitting it out but I quickly brushed that thought to the side and drowned the whole glass.
My chest started to burn and my eyes started the water but until I was totally numb I wasn't going to stop. I kept refilling every glass until I actually started crying and for the first time I didn't know why I was.
As my vision started to go blur, I emptied the last bit of liquid into my glass and prayed that dad had a replacement. The way I started to see things looked fuzzy and funny and with the lights so dim due to the time of the day I couldn't really tell what was what. I started to slouch on the floor beneath me with my glass in hand and started to laugh.
Probably the fact that I successfully made it back home without anyone in my back seemed funny or the fact that my family has been fooled by mother who has probably been cheating on her husband for a while now but the recent events of the Manor household seemed to crack me up.
Out of nowhere, the lights flashed on and a heard myself shriek at the blinding effect it had on me but when a figure screamed back it was official : I'm intoxicated, blinded by this beautiful light and probably in deep shit...deep deep shit.
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I woke up on a soft soft mattress, one so soft I nearly forgot about the effects of boozing. With the remaining energy in me I sat up to view my surroundings but the moment I started seeing black spots in my vision I knew I fucked up.
On the bedstead there was a glass of water and a note:
"If you're reading this... hope you're dead because you will be. Dad's pissed, I'm at a meeting and the reason why you're home leaves me baffled. I'll be home soon."
"PS: The water has a dose of painkillers."
~Your favourite sibling.
After reading that I rolled my eyes, embraced the bitter taste of the mixture left for me and flopped back onto the bed. Indeed, I was dead if not already dead and the thought of my father just made my headache worse.
Considering the fact that I couldn't remember shit, I would assume I feel asleep again until i opened my eyes again and realised no matter how much I tried to sleep this off, the consequences of my actions were not something I could run away from. I came here to face my problems head-on so I suppose that's exactly what I was going to do. Indeed, my vision was blurred and my mind was seeing things in multiple dimensions and shapes but the walk to my bedroom after freshening up in Liam's bathroom proved to be a great task.
When I shut my door behind me, I leaned against it and took my surroundings in. Everything was just as I had left it and if not for the curtains being opened, you'd think no one came in here when in reality, the only people who probably came in here were the maids. I felt the full effect of nostalgia when I fell onto the plush carpet on all fours and literally stayed in that position with nothing in particular to do, I wasn't sure if no cry or be happy that I'd made it this far but all I knew was that if I was going to sort out my problems, it wouldn't be on the thousand dollar carpet of my bedroom.
A few hours had passed since I reached home and after fishing up, sneaking from Liam's room to mine, having a well earned bath and relaxing on the bed, I could finally stand with the assurance that I wasn't going to hit the floor. Of course, I'd had many missed calls from Malachi but at this point, if he couldn't figure it out that I needed some space then he's got a lot to learn. Unexpected, my bedroom door cracked open and my brother put his head in the space he'd made.
"You're supposed to be dead." He chuckled, making his way in without my permission; thank god I was wearing clothes. Liam in his expensive suit flopped down on my bed and kicked his shoes off, making sure to mark his territory in my room before resting his chin on his hand to look at me. "You've heard?"
"Probably the whole America has." I deadpanned, lying down to face my big brother. "I feel so embarrassed." I admitted, covering my eyes with a palm. "All I've done is run away from problems and let other people solve them for me." Liam looks at me with a hint of sorrow in his eyes. "I'm so sorry." I say, getting myself into a sitting position to indistinctly look around my room to avoid the rivulets of water which dared to stream down my cheeks. "Maybe if I'd been less of a brat and a better person, this never would have happened to our family. I've lost my friends, Mathew hates me, mum thinks we're ignorant about her relationship, dad's going to flip when he knows I'm back-
"He knows."
"He knows?"
"Yes, Lilac, he knows."
"Fuck." I sigh, and I bury my face in my palms.
"He's just giving you the space you need but sooner or later, you guys are gonna have to talk, sis."
Liam was laying facts on me and despite the fact that I really didn't want to acknowledge them , facts will always be facts. I had to do what was right and the first step was to confront my father. First, to tell him I'm sorry for messing up his plans for my education, secondly, to admit to him that I know what's going on and last but not least, to make him know that if I could be a better person for him; for this family, I will.
"Can I-"
"No need to ask, I've got you." And just like that, I fell into the sweet embrace of my brother to cry my heart out onto his expensive suit. He probably won't forgive me for ruining his clothing but let's be honest, this is more important than anything money could buy. I felt safe in the arms of my brother and even though we may get on each other's nerves, I knew he'd always be there for me whenever I needed him, Liam remained my pillar of strength when times were tough and nothing could dare come between us apart from-
"Are you married yet?" I sniffled, against his blazer.
"Married to work, sis. Married to work." He patted my back and I knew he had a smile plastered across his face.
*******
It's well past dinner time when I venture downstair and see a note on the dining table.
Business Meeting, I think I know why you're home. You shouldn't be but you're here anyway and I respect that. You remain dear to me, Lilac and there's no doubt in my heart that your mother still loves you but I suppose that's an issue for us to discuss when I arrive. Eat up, sleep tight, see you in a few nights. ~ Love Dad.
Okay. So maybe I'm not as dead as I thought but about that drink...I think we'll just need to wait and see. Mother on the other hand had been M.I.A for a while now and I had no reason to contact her so I didn't. I don't think I'll be able to face my mother since she's betrayed our family.
Within the kitchen, I grab a few snacks and finish them on the spot. I head over to the living room and get comfortable; the television remained on as I scrolled through the channels finding nothing worth my while therefore, I debated between the only options available.
Hulu, Disney Plus, or Netflix.
Netflix it is. Just as I click on it, a sound cuts through the house and it sends a shock down my spine.
I embrace the noise then look around as to where its coming from only to notice it's our home line in the foyer.
I debate on answering the phone. Mathew or dad? No one hardly calls this line considering multiple people may pick up and the caller may never directly get to his supposed reciever.
Well fuck this...
"Hell-
"Lilac Madeline Manor!"
"Mum?"
"You don't understand, I'm-
"Call dad!" I sneered into the phone right before I hang up and smacked the phone back into its holder.
I didn't have the strength to talk to her over the phone after what I've seen therfore, I resorted to my only logical option at the moment which deemed me carefree.
There's a new series of Stranger Things, what exactly did she expect me to do?
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