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“Hell this headache is brutal”
“Serves you right”
Karma snaps at me, I flip her the bird, not in the mood for her bitchiness. I grab a mug and fill it with strong black coffee, sniffing it I sigh in happiness.
I carry it to the office and get to work. The sun was only just rising in the sky but the same nightmares woke me up so I decided to get some work done. I down my coffee and start into the paperwork, losing myself in the task. I don’t even notice when my parents get up, only when I hear them talking does it register that they are awake.
“Katy? How long have you been up?”
Mum asks as she yawns, looking at me from the doorframe. I shrug looking at the time
“2 hours maybe a little more, grab me coffee will ya?”
I push my cup towards her and I go back to the paperwork. This was my life, no sleep, lots of alcohol, lots of paperwork and repeat all day every day.
She comes back with a fresh cup of coffee
“Thank you”
“So I heard you had an eventful night”
I pause looking up at her as I try to think back to last night, I barely remember going to the pub, never mind what happened when I was there. I scratch the back of my neck, chewing my lip
“Is that so? What did you hear exactly?”
She gives me a look of complete disbelief
“You can’t remember can you?”
“Am I in trouble if I say no”
She shakes her head, chuckling
“Since when have you ever been in trouble, are you coming to breakfast?”
My stomach was empty
“Please just go, I need food if you're going to carry on at this pace”
Karma says rubbing her temples, I smile
“Yeah I’ll be out when I finish this”
She nods leaving me to it, I finish up with the last of the paperwork, then I take my coffee and head to the kitchen. Dad was on his phone at the table as mum piles food onto plates for the 3 of us. I grab them and carry them to the table, dad smirks at me as I take a seat.
“You look like s**t”
“Thank you father, that’s so kind of you”
“Oh you're welcome, how do you feel?”
I shrug taking a bite of the pancakes, I moan, my eyes rolling in my head
“Damn they are good, mum these are amazing”
“You're welcome”
She grins at me proudly, I take another bite
“I need your help to get the paperwork done today, it’s piling up”
Dad says, I shake my head
“I did it”
“You didn’t do it all”
“Yeah I did, I just finished it”
He blinks at me, he looks like he’s in shock but dad doesn’t usually go into shock so I snap my fingers in his face
“Are you taking a stroke?”
He slaps my hand away
“You're so annoying and no I’m not having a stroke”
“Are you sure, at your age, it wouldn’t be unusual”
Mum snorts and laughs, slapping the table
“Amazing”
“Stop encouraging her, and you know all too well that I’m not that old”
“Oh really? What year were you born? Had they cars or did they use horses and carts? What about phones? What’s it like to send messages with pigeons”
He shakes his head looking at a giggling mum
“Is it too late to start s******g her when she’s bad, I just don’t think the naughty corner did anything?”
“Don’t worry, she’s just the practice child, with the next one we will know what not to do, it will be an angel”
I gasp in mock shock and horror
“Rude, and here’s me thinking I’d put you in a nice retirement home, now you have gone and blown that idea”
Mum nudges him
“Don’t worry we will have another and they will build us the best damn retirement home ever”
I snort
“That’s if all your geriatric eggs haven’t dried up by now, and realistically what’re the chances of you getting another as good as me”
“You did not just say that you b***h”
Mum says giggling, dad facepalms looking at me through his fingers
“I hope you only talk like that to us, can you imagine her drunk? It’s no wonder poor joe asked for a raise”
“Double his damn salary, if anyone deserves it it’s him”
Mum snaps giggling, We end up laughing the whole way through breakfast, being completely horrible to each other but in the best possible way.
My parents were awesome, they always had my back even when I didn’t deserve it, and they loved me no matter how much I f****d up. It’s why I always work so hard for them when I am sober.
As the evening rolled in I’d finished all dads work, and mums paperwork, and all my own stuff and stuff I didn’t need to do was also done. The nightmares had been bad lately and I felt like I was slacking all the time so I felt good getting caught up with it all.
My phone starts to ring but I groan ending the call, my mate was relentless. Always calling but I hadn’t answered in years but that didn’t stop him from ringing.
Karma whimpers in my head, going to the back and blocking me out of her thoughts.
“Is he calling you again”
Dad asks, I nod, throwing the phone on the desk and sitting back on my chair.
“Last night you said you have been having nightmares?”
I roll my eyes at myself, I’m such a f*****g big blabber mouth when I’m drunk.
“Yeah, so what?”
“Well tell me more about them?”
I look at him, he looked guilty, I could feel the emotion clinging to him
“What did you do?”
I ask him, turning the chair so I’m looking directly at him.
“I have no idea what you're talking about”
I snort
“Yeah right, own up old man. What’s happening to me?
He groans tapping the table
“Ok well, when you were a kid, like 9ish or so? Well there was an incident and you asked me to take the painful memories away because you were so unhappy and I think they—“
“—they are coming back through my subconscious”
I answer for him, my heart sinks all hope for my relationship with my mate going down the pooper. I don’t want him now I know they are true.
“Yep, are you pissed at me?”
I frown
“Why on earth would I be pissed at you?”
He shrugs
“Well your mum wasn’t exactly happy that I did it, I thought you might share the same opinion, especially now that they are coming back like they are”
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