Note from Scarlett: This is my first fanfic so I am so sorry if it's complete rubbish! This chapter is from Ronnie's POV, but I'm not sure it will be like this for other chapters! Please read and reviews are muchly appreiciated, I am always willing to learn from my mistakes so critisism is welcome! This is just a starting chapter, others will be longer. Sorry i've rambled, here you go! :) xoxo

You know that feeling – the one you get when you wake up and you can't fathom out anything because your mind has meshed into one big blur of banging drums, and your throat feels like an active, intoxicating volcano? Well I had it so, so bad – the worst hangover in the history of ever!

I slipped out of bed; I couldn't even stand on my feet, and began to crawl to the bathroom before pouring my guts out into the toilet. How much had I had to drink?

"Ah, good morning sunshine! Or should I say afternoon?" Roxy laughed, clearly enjoying my dreadful appearance as I entered the lounge. Amy laughed along with her; I guess she's a mummy's girl – so much for the cool auntie.

"Urgh, what time is it?" I replied to her guffawing, with a very croaky, so unlike me voice. I made my way over to the sofa and stretched out, burying my head in Aunty Peggy's floral, alcohol-smelling cushions.

"Nearly time for dinner! Mmm...Just think Ron, Aunty Peg's special Sunday roast, oozing in gravy and veggies and meat!"

I swallowed back the sick and forcefully lifted my head to face the sister who knew how to piss me off extremely well. Roxy was playing with her baby, they looked so sweet; it was enough to make me regurgitate again. I caught a whiff of the 'scented' cushions again and it intrigued me. It definitely wasn't the smell of Peg's 'vintage' eau de toilette.

"Rox, what's the deal with them cushions?" I asked out of curiosity, and to make conversation to hide my deathly looks.

"What do you mean?" she replied, tilting her head slightly with Amy mirroring her. Again – so cute it was puke-worthy.

"The smell, it's weird and musty and – what?" Roxy was sniggering like that dog off Wacky Races – Dastardley or Mutley? Something like that anyway.

"Ron, Phil was as hammered as you last night; you are inhaling his insides, if you know what I mean!"

I think I turned green.

***

Just as Roxy had kindly reminded me an hour ago, Peggy had cooked a Sunday meal for the family, setting six places at the table. Six? There was me, Rox, Auntie Peg, Phil, Ben...Amy goes in her highchair...

I sat down at my place, looking slightly better after a cold shower and paracetamol. I looked across to my cousin Phil, who appeared to be in the same boat as me, although he had more experience at this.

I looked down at my plate and immediately felt ill. Food just wasn't the remedy for a hangover. I looked over to Phil's son Ben who smiled back at me, God I love that kid.

"Oh, look who's finally arrived!" Auntie Peggy said with a hint of frustration.

In came Rox with Amy and...Dr Al?

"Doctor Al?" I questioned, shocked that he was joining us for dinner.

All three sat down, Al giving us all an irresistible smile which Peggy instantly forgave.

Sigh. I wish I was as forgiving as her.

As we all ate our meal, small talk lingered over us, I contributed when necessary and laughed appropriately, infact I did a pretty damn good job at acting the part considering my state.

I really wasn't comfortable with Walford's Doc being there though. I had confided in him things that my family should never and will never know. I'd told him some of my deepest, darkest secrets, and I'd been visiting him twice a week for check-ups on my illness.

So him dating my sister made me worry and cringe and then worry some more. What if they were serious and he told her everything?

***

After apologising to Auntie Peg repeatedly for not eating her food I sat in the lounge with everyone else, cuddling up to Ben whilst we all watched little Amy playing with Roxy and Doctor Al. They looked so happy but I wasn't jealous. I wasn't!

I could feel my eyelids drooping to the floor so I called it a night and walked into my empty bedroom, alone. I lay in bed underneath my purple satin covers and tried to go to sleep. My body never behaves though and I was feeling anxious about Al. So I took some valium, which had no immediate effect.

Gah! I was becoming even more neurotic, I wrote a list of the things I had told Al and then tried visualising how the family would react:

Things I have told the Doc by Veronica Elizabeth Mitchell

I am scared

I cry for my daughter every day

Alcohol is starting to become me

I am worthless

I am a burden to everyone

Being lonely is my life story

I no longer care for life

Eating is a chore

I miss Jack Branning

Having a baby would fill the hole in my heart

I put my name engraved pen down as the medicine kicked in. Feeling drowsy, my body shut down and to my luck, a lifeless sleep was waiting ahead. Sweet drea- Good Night.

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