Drink Up

This story follows the plot of "Sippy Cup" by Melanie Martinez. It's not a fanfic, just based off of that song. Enjoy!

My eyes blink open. I'm in a dark room, but I can still see my hands in front of my face. My dress is ruffled, my curls are frizzy. I don't know how I got here. I only want to get out. I push myself up from the bed, letting my curls hang over my face with my head in between my legs. My breathing is heavy, as if I had been running. I turn the doorknob, and creep down the hallway.

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I hear panting from down the hallway. I know exactly what it is. Iv'e been dealing with my husband's infidelities for four years now. Something inside of me snaps. This will be the last time. I sneak into the kitchen, still hearing the moans and groans of that s**t he's with. I drag the knife along the wall, tip toeing to the door. I stand outside of his room. I knock three times. There are raspy whispers and "shhing" I walk in.

"Is everything ok, hon? I heard some screaming!"

"Umm, yeah! Everything's f-fine,"

He kicks the blankets to the bottom, pulling the sheet around himself.

"Really, You're fine?"

I walk over to the bottom and sit down. She's under me, and I can feel her body shivering. He stares at the spot, hoping that she won't exhale with my weight on top of the girl. She does.

"Who was that."

"N-Nobody! I swear."

I jab the knife under the covers. She screams. I do it over and over and over and over and over and over and over until she stops screaming. The covers are the same shade as my kine. I look towards my husband.

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"Momma?"

My eyes are rimmed with red. Daddy's body is strewn carelessly on the floor. There's another woman, one I dont know.

"Momma!?"

She grabs me, placing my head on her chest.

"Shhh, it's ok."

Her gloves re spattered with red. I try to push away, but she's too strong. A towel comes over my nose and mouth The substance in it smell so strong, but I can't help panting. The world around me goes fuzzy, then faded, then to black.

I wake up in a bed with handcuffs and restraints holding me sown.

"MOMMA!!"

I thrash around, trying to break the chains. She walks slowly into my room, holding a sippy cup. She sits on the bed, stroking my hair. She lifts my head to the bottle and pours burning liquid down my throat. I struggle, whipping my head away from the bottle.

" I DON'T WANT ANY!!"

"Shh honey. Drink up."

The liquid in the bottle makes me dizzy. The world is tilting around and I can only catch snippets of her words.

"Liquor...Spice...Drunk...Sleep."

Sleep sounds so inviting, but i have to stay awake. I fight for conciseness. My drooping eyelids don't obey my screaming brain. Within minutes I am dreaming of a world were none of this ever happens.