Reminder of the past

There was an itchy and very uncomfortable feeling that was draped over Rachel, she couldn't help but hate it but she also didn't have a choice, Her head was like a little ball stuck in the middle of a very grand band parade, she didn't want to risk opening her eyes because she knew it was going to switch up and get way worse for her.

She could easily tell she wasn't at her house, the discomfort wasn't even planning on being the slightest bit of subtle.

Now she hasn't killed anyone before, but right now, right now she was getting massive ideas for the person that was so insensitive enough to be clashing pans over her head like some fucking circus, seemed like the washed up Luka Sabbat decided to speak up first before she could start dissecting someone's child.

"Amy!" Ricky drawled out putting the blanket over his head.

"If you want to tell us off and out of your apartment you could have just done that," Ricky groaned.

"The sitter and the old hag blanket are already bad enough, creating a fucking circus at eight in the morning is totally unnecessary," Ricky's voice sounded dry with his voice muffled by the blanket.

"Yeah Amy, my back and head hurt are more than enough shit for me to deal with for one morning," Rachel agreed with Rick.

"First of all, Good afternoon to you all, Secondly, I hope you realize it's two noon, there are advil pills on the table, when you are done being lazy as hell hangovers, you will get you asses up and help yourself with it, but if you have gotten used to the pain then you can enjoy and keep lying in my old hag blanket,"

Amy clapped back but at the mention of pills, the two sprang up but in return, facing the consequences of change in light intensity, the bad headache and body pain they must have gotten from passing out on the couch.

"JESUS!"

"FUCK!" Ricky and Araceli screamed in unison, making Amy burst into mad fits of laughter. They both were holding their heads for their dear life like if they let it go, it would fall off rolling over the rug cladded floor.

"God! Remind me never to drink again," Rachel cried, holding her head. She felt like the definition of shitty with a stale mouth and a throat as dry as sandpaper, she covered her ears because everything that made sound sounded ten times louder than usual.

"You both could stay here and whine your ass all day about the pain and the suffering or you could reach for the fucking advil and save yourself the headache and complaining," Amy nonchalantly putting her hand on a black formal knee length dress she was wearing.

Both Rachel and Rick decided to reach the Advil at the same time and took out two pills and downed it with some water and asked for more. After taking approximately three glasses of water and ten minutes of fortunate silence, Rachel realized how hungry she was.

"I'm hungry," Rachel muttered randomly.

"Me too," Ricky followed.

"Now you are hungry! But yesterday you decided to turn my hallway to a fucking fry battle instead of eating up, well there's the McDonald from yesterday. I warmed It up, there are also cold pancakes covered with milk in the fridge," Amy said walking back to her room.

"Wait a sec, Amy?"

"What?!" Amy snapped, getting impatient because of the dress she was wearing, she didn't want to sweat in it or over use it much, it was one of the only good ones she had on her.

"Why are you wearing a dress like that in the morning," Rachel asked looking confused, the question also brought Ricky to the same realization which he hadn't even noticed before.

"Yeah, that's true, who even wears that kinda dress on Sunday mornings?" Ricky asked.

"Apparently, people who go to church in the morning and then go to the supermarket to buy some breakfast supplies for a brunch for adults who can't hold their smoke or liquor or both," Amy vented

"Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice, just stressed," Amy apologized.

"Since when did you go to church Amy?!" Ricky asked, completely ignoring her shocked apologies.

"Since forever, I don't know, my foster parents did and I tagged along. Don't judge me, it keeps me sane," Amy said, starting to feel uncomfortable. It was like conversing with another set of judgmental people again which filled up the church, she was tired of conversations like this. Questions like;

"Are you really a Christian?"

"You really do go to church?"

"Are you really coming to church for the right reasons?"

"You work at clubs and then go to church the next day?"

Talkless of the whispers that echoed from the church walls, about her being a harlot.

People are judging her because of her lifestyle even though the bible spoke about God condemning people that judge others, they all seem to skip that part somehow.

"Woah," Ricky said with an expressionless face.

"What are you trying to say?!"

"spit it out bro!"

"That my lifestyle doesn't depict someone who goes to church, huh?!" Amy sparked already feeling worked up and tired of people being all judgy and nosey in her business, this was a relationship between her and God, no one else.

"Amy, chill for a bit, no one is judging you" Rachel tried to calm her down.

"Yeah Amy,"

"No one is judging you for Christsake and the sake of our recovering hangover, please chill," Ricky said, holding his head as the ever so slight pounding headache was starting to flourish again into a fully fledged migraine.

"I mean, I'm a bisexual man and an ex-convit, what do I gain judging a pretty soul like you," Ricky spoke, warmly smiling at her.

"No, you are not an but an ex-detainee for loitering while you were drunk," Amy said laughing.

"And ew Rick, did you just flirt with me?!" Amy exclaimed, contorting her face into that of mild disgust.

"I have a boyfriend, so chill. I won't be trying to get into your pants no more," Rick confessed, blushing a little as he said the word "boyfriend".

"Wait, you have a boyfriend?" Rachel asked him with a weird look.

"Wait," Amy raised her hands at Rachel.

"Ricky, since fucking when?!" Amy exclaimed.

"Yeah I do, you got a problem with that miss?" Ricky asked with sass in his voice, already getting defensive.

He has had to deal with homophobes all his fucking life, sometimes he gets called out for being gay even when he was bisexual, all because he had some element of feminity in his facial looks, but he's voice was different and so was his attitude, but now he has learnt to accept himself for the part of him that was attracted to men.

If he needed to put on a fucking wig and beat up some stuck up clearly rich girl who didn't understand how being a homosexual was, he wouldn't mind getting his hand a little bloody.

"No no, of course not Rick, it's just I'm wondering, you were flirting with some cute girls back at the club yesterday, and now you're saying you have a boyfriend, isn't that cheating?!" Rachel asked, starting to have a flashback of seeing Talon fucking that bitch of a so-called;

"She's just a friend."

"Cheating?" Ricky asked, looking confused.

"I only flirted, because they flirted with me, and it's not like I got any intentions of getting into their pants, I'm not that kinda bisexual, one gender at a time " Ricky clarified.

"Besides, it's part of my work description. Flirting, listening and giving out subtle exaggerated compliments."

"Damn Araceli, you sounded kinda old back there, did your ex cheat on you or something?" Rick asked, laughing heartily till he saw that she was the only one laughing and Rachel wasn't even smiling one single bit, the look Amy gave him was enough to make him regain his senses

"Shit, so sorry, I didn't know," Ricky apologized.

"No, it's okay now, I'm over it," Rachel lied with a low voice even though she knew she was speaking straight up lies. The memories, the pictures, the lack of guilt in his eyes and the whole incident lived totally rent free in her head, and getting it out soon wasn't something she thought could be done anytime soon.

She didn't like the mood she had put them in, everyone looking and acting all sad. She decided to change the topic to food. Besides, she was hungry.

"Alright, I'm going to eat, y'all can sit and weep about my tragic past," Rachel said, standing up heading to the small kitchen which still managed to hold a table island which held a covered plate of cold pancakes and they all smelt so good.

No matter how Rachel wanted to play off the not being hurt, Ricky saw right through her, the pain was still as fresh as today's wound.

He had experienced a similar situation where his past girlfriend had been sleeping with his brother and had no idea about how long it has been going on, but one day, he left his side bag holding all his drawing and sketch equipments, he returned home and found his girlfriend and his brother making out on the couch, he froze in time as the scene he had just witnessed played in his head over and over again.

Their voices of plea were muffled into just mere background noise and he could feel his pain dripping down his cheek. He took his side bag and headed out not after he kicked his brother out of his apartment and broke up with his girlfriend all in one day.

They ate their meal in a comfortable silence because no one was willing to talk, Rick had his head in his phone while Rachel just kept going at the waffles. Few hours after they both freshened up, Rick left saying something about going to lie in his boyfriend's arms till he felt better and Amy was headed to the gym, so Rachel decided it was time to finally go home.

When she reached outside, It was already an early evening and the sun had started to set, she decided to take a little walk before finding a cab, she knew it was going to take some time to remember she wasn't just Rachel Johnson but a Billionaire Heiress.

The atmosphere was a little chilled from the approaching winter but she was dressed and prepared, still having the hoodie that Amy had given her last night.

She opened her phone for the first time in almost a whole day and saw a bunch of business emails as usual but one text caught her attention, it was Baldwin's, Asking her if she wanted to hang, the text came in since 1pm at noon and now it was almost 7pm and she needed to head home.

Sorry some other time, still recovering from a hangover.

Sent back as reply to his text.