•• • Emile POV • ••

Luckily for me once I reach home, my mom isn't. I praise the heavens as it saves me from her sermons and moral lessons.

I stride to the kitchen and make a cup of warm black coffee without milk and sugar. I heard it reduces stress and alcohol effects in the body. I carry the glass of coffee with me in the parlour and I sip it till I fall back asleep on the couch.

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•• • Dickinson POV • ••

The alarm clock ringing at 6 am...

“Fuck!.”

My head hurts. I cry as I shudder out of sleep. I get...