Jasmine's POV

I received a phone call from my little sister right after I stepped out from my place of employment. She needed me to come get her and take her home from a bar-- she'd had a few drinks. And by a few drinks, I mean she'd been heavily drinking and now she was intoxicated.

I found the bar after walking for half an hour. She was sitting at a table surrounded by beer bottles. Her eyes were slightly closed and she was holding onto a beer bottle like she was holding on for dear life.

What the hell?

"Zen, what are you doing?" I asked furiously, embarrassed to see her in such an unusual state.

"Hi *hiccup* Jassy," she answered.

"Come on, get up. I'm taking you home!"

"No, I'm not ready yet anymore. I need to finish drinking this beer."

"What the hell are you doing Zenia?" I asked angrily.

"Drinking this beer. I just told you that. Duh!"

"Zenia, listen to me. You need to stop this. This isn't going to solve anything."

"Yes it would! Our mother is dying and you're not doing anything about it! Just leave me alone!"

"Zen, what do you want me to do about it? I can't afford the transplant, and we shouldn't be having this conversation here!"

My sister yanked herself up from the chair and stormed out of the bar. I wanted to rush after her but I was frozen. I slumped as I reflected what she said about our mother. Mom was still at the hospital, attached to machines in order to keep her lungs functioning and keep her alive.

I began to drink the rest of my sister's remaining beer. Then another and another and another. I was doing what she had been doing-- getting loaded with alcohol.

I was almost at my eighth beer when my boss appeared out of nowhere and seemed deeply concerned about me. I always wanted this, his friendly attention instead of the professionalism and barking orders at the office.

Next thing I knew, I awoke in his bed, naked and wrapping my body with his bed sheet. I had no memories or recollection of what happened last night or how we got here, but I was definitely not dreaming about it. It was real. The overall idea made him displeased and unkind at my presence in his bedroom, and in his house.

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