audrey. // @noaccomplice
at arrival she collapsed on to the bed. dress, makeup, and all. heels were kicked off with minimal effort. blonde curls were sprawled out ( not nearly as bad as the mess of a girl that lie under them ). —– she lied in dead silence. sobering up started her down the grief spiral again. it was like a never-ending TORNADO sweeping what ifs, should haves, and memories around in her head. mascara darkened tears streaked her foundation and trickled down on to her comforter. in her raw state she couldn’t help it. in the distance, footsteps could be heard on the hardwood floor. not of heels but of heavy boots. audrey. it was a familiar sound after spending some time together.
❝ you knew there’d be another fiasco, didn’t you ? ❞
MAKE SURE SHE GETS HOME SAFE. emma had asked it of her, and there had only been some brief hesitation — ( how much longer would she be able to go without telling emma the truth before someone else did, before this psycho made good on twisted promises? ) — but emma was already so worried & preoccupied with kieran that she couldn’t say no. so there had been a grim smile and a quick promise of ( yeah, emma — don’t worry about brooke, okay? i got it covered. ) and now she walked into the bedroom in full silence, water bottle in hand as she sits on the edge of the bed & offers it up to brooke.
’ what? ‘ the question has her caught off guard, a sudden raise of her eyebrows following quickly. ‘ — okay, you must still be drunk, ‘ a short laugh draws up from her chest, trying to ease over the obvious tension, but it’s a nervous, muffled sound. ‘ — here, you should probably drink more water before you pass out — ‘ it’s her encouragement, knows it’s what emma would want, and she pushes the water bottle forward until she can get the girl to take it. ‘ and trust me, brooke — i had no idea that any of this was going to happen. ‘ she breathed out heavy, turning her gaze away so the girl could get comfortable without her staring. ‘ — i wish i did, ‘ it’s an offset mutter, one that she really doesn’t expect the other to pick up in her less-than-sober state. it’s the girl’s sobbing that catches her attention next & gaze immediately softens ; she reaches out, pats the girl’s leg gently. ‘ —- HEY, want to talk about it? ‘