1. The Shortsighted Sister

Heather Johnson hated mornings, the only thing worse than mornings were hangovers. Today was not off to a good start. She rolled over and the sun cruelly blinded her through the sheer curtains, amplifying her hangover. She moved to pull the blanket over her head when she came to a startling realization, this was not her bed. Alone, naked and confused she sat up and looked around. This was definitely not her apartment, it was too nice. She threw the blankets aside and studied her body. Everything seemed normal. What the hell happened last night? she asked herself. The last thing she remembered was closing at work and then her memory slowly came back to her.

"F**k" she groaned as she rolled out of bed and began to get dressed. 

Maybe she would get lucky and he wouldn't be home and they could both avoid the painful morning after small talk. Granted Monday would be awkward, but diffusing awkward situations had become a specialty of hers. She held her breath as she opened the bedroom door, praying she would find a dark apartment, but unfortunately that was not the case. Bright lights hit her like a sledgehammer, followed by the overwhelming smell of bacon and then nausea. Cautiously she approached the living room, the TV was on and two plates sat side by side on the coffee table. Her nausea grew worse. She would have preferred to find the place in shambles with blood smears across the walls and a dead hooker in the bathtub, she would be much better prepared to handle that situation. 

"You're awake!" a voice behind her said. Heather spun around to find her boss standing in his boxers holding a frying pan. She forced a smile. "Do you like cream in your coffee?" Justin asked, totally oblivious to her discomfort.

"Coffee?" Heather replied fighting back the now overwhelming urge to vomit.

"I've got hazelnut and french vanilla. I hope you like eggs otherwise there is plenty of bacon and the muffins are almost done."

"Muffins?" Heather squeaked feeling weak in the knees. Who makes muffins for a one night stand? The small portion of her brain that wasn't fuzzy from alcohol was telling her to run but instead she just flopped down on the couch and accepted the coffee. 

After forcing down some breakfast she made up a half a*s story about how her sister must be worried sick and she needed to get home. More likely Jordan wasn't awake and if she was she probably had no idea that Heather was missing, but Justin didn't know that. He was clearly disappointed to see her go, but bought her story. Trying not seem too eager, she brought her dishes to the sink keeping an eye on the door. When she turned around to leave she was face to face with Justin, blocking her exit. Great, she thought, not only had she slept with her boss but turns out he's a psycho with no intention of letting her leave. Before she could knee him in the balls and make a run for it he grabbed her and kissed her. At this point vomiting was inevitable, she practically ran out of the apartment barely making it to the parking lot before her breakfast came back up. She wasn't sure if she was sick from her hangover or self disgust. 

Once in the car Heather tried to pull it together, she ran her fingers through her ratted black hair and popped a handful of mints into her mouth, but it still didn't help. She still looked and felt like she slept in a dumpster. As she drove home she prayed her sister would still be asleep when she got home, the last thing she wanted was to answer to her nosy little sister. However, all her lucky stars decided to implode that day and Jordan was awake and in the living room when she got home. 

"Where were you?" Jordan asked still in her pajamas. She looked like she had just woken up.

"Go back to bed." Heather snapped before storming into her bedroom and slamming the door. She collapsed onto her bed and buried her face in the pillows, she tried to fall asleep but her efforts were in vain. Her mind was racing, going over all the poor life choice she had made in the past 24 hours. She was going to be sick again.

Author's Note

grammar is not my strong suit so please ignore