nonagarret (nonagarret) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-03-06 18:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | ben, complete, cycle002, nona |
WHO: Nona and Ben
WHEN: New Years Day, around 11am
WHERE: The Garret House
WHAT: Nona ambles home about 7 hours late, hungover, and other things. Her father reaches a new level of obsessive.
WARNING: High tensions, and some very creepy fatherly behavior. NOTE - after this thread, no one will have heard from Nona. No texts, emails, phone calls, or even school. Can anyone say Rapunzel?
Blacking out wasn't as fun as Hunter made it out to be.
Half the night was nothing but a pink-champagne blur in Nona's head, which was now pounding with each cement-to-heel footstep she made on the sidewalk toward her house. There were still flashes; tons of strangers, tons of attention, fireworks, alcohol, the inside of hotel room... but nothing solid after the bottle and a half of medium priced champagne she spent most of the morning throwing up. Neither her nor Ian had been in any condition to drive back to Crow's Landing by the time she was supposed to be home, not even when they woke up, tangled in each other and cheap rented bedding. Married. But that was one of the things lost to the booze. If Nona had remembered that particular part, she wouldn't have come home at all.
At some point during the night, her cell phone had died. No doubt she had a million messages from her dad waiting to blow the thing up once she plugged it in. If she wasn't so exhausted and green around the gills, wanting nothing more than a shower and twelve hours in her bed, her mind would've been racing with viable excuses to throw at her father when he inevitably cornered her. As it was, slipping into the kitchen through the side door, still in her dress and completely unaware of the evidence of Ian's enthusiastic savagery from the night before speckled all over her body, she was more geared for a vague surrender. Running around behind his back had never been so exhausting.