Slip-ups and shamelessness
Two more chapters after this guys, almost at the endddddd.
When Madeleine woke the next day, the first thing she registered was the pain in the side of her face. She raised her hand and touched it gingerly with a wince. She would have a wicked bruise there. She remembered the night before and she felt bad she had to push Murphy like that and hurt Connor, but she needed the rest. She still had a fever and she felt like shit, but she was grateful that some time had passed, it was a step closer to detoxing completely. She got out of bed and noticed a note on the table.
Gone to work.
We need a serious fucking talk later.
She wasn't sure which boy wrote the note, but both of them had a reason to be pissed at her. She just hoped they understood she wasn't really in her right mind. She sat at the table, noticing a new pack of smokes there with a disposable lighter, she wondered if they were meant for her, she took them anyway. She sat there smoking for a bit, willing the nicotine to ease her shot nerves. She didn't feel like eating, she hadn't been sick but she still felt nauseous and she didn't want to push her luck. By noon, she was out of her mind again and the insanity was slowly seeping back in. She tried the door, but of course it was locked, she tried to jimmy it, but it was no use. In the end, she flopped onto the bed with her bag. She was still in her panties and tank top and even that was making her feel too hot. She rummaged around in her bag and pulled the bottle of vodka out.
She glared at it for a moment, there was a part of her, a tiny voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to get rid of it, that she would just end up back at square one, but the rest of her, well the rest of her really wanted a fucking drink. She unscrewed the cap and took a long pull, moaning at the relief she felt flooding her body. It was hard to remember why she was giving up the drink when it made her feel so much better. Her eyes caught the other thing in the bag and she swallowed thickly, closing her bag and tossing it away from her. No, that was something else, something she really shouldn't get back into. She would just stick to the alcohol for now.
By the time the boys got home, she was off her face, the bottle of vodka empty and discarded on the floor as she lay on the bed, her tank top gone. She was lay in just her panties and smoking, looking far more relaxed than before.
"Jesus Christ Maddie!" Murphy exclaimed as they walked in, seeing her topless like she didn't have a care in the world. He looked away trying to let her keep her modesty and Connor frowned as he looked to his brother.
"Did ye get too hot or somethin'?" He asked warily as the boys took their coats and rosaries off, hanging them up.
"I guess." She slurred, standing up with great difficulty. They looked at her then, trying to keep their eyes on her face. She was drunk, that much was clear. She stumbled over to them and gave them a wide grin.
"Miss me?" She purred, batting her lashes at them all coy like.
Despite their better judgment with the current circumstance, the boys' bodies reacted to her. She was a pretty girl, even if she was a mess. Her hair was in a messy bun that gave her a just fucked look that just seemed so appealing on her, and even when she was piss drunk, there was something alluring about her. A kind of raw tortured beauty. Connor scooped up her shirt from her floor and held it out to her, making her scrunch her face up at it. She took it and tossed it across the room. She stepped into Connor's personal space, smoothing her hands up his chest and he had to fight to keep his hands by his sides, his instinct response was to grab her hips and he really didn't need to do that right now.
"I missed you." She pouted, blinking up at him through her long lashes. He glanced over to his twin almost pleadingly and he noticed Murphy's eyes darken, watching the pair together. If he didn't know any better he would have said his brother was jealous. She looked to the darker haired boy then, grabbing his hand and yanking him closer to her and Connor. He went willingly, their eyes locking for a moment and she smirked at him.
"I missed you too Murph." She smiled sweetly, making him swallow thickly. He was trying to fixate his eyes on the bruise he had given her, because when he did that he felt bad, and guilt was much better than feeling turned on right in that moment.
She looked back to Connor then and a small frown took over her face.
"I'm sorry I hit you in the nuts." She sighed and he gasped when the hand not holding Murphys was suddenly palming him through his jeans.
"Fuckin' hell." He bit out, peeling her hand away from him, no matter how good it felt.
"Yer drunk Madeleine." He said, glaring at her, trying to remember the issue here and ignore his dick that was now wide awake. She laughed and the sound was light and airy as she moved away from both boys. Their eyes momentarily went to her bare chest before they looked back to her face.
"I am and I feel fucking wonderful." She grinned, biting down on her lower lip as she looked at them almost dreamily. The twins looked to each other and Connor shook his head, grabbing one of their shirts off the floor as he walked over. He yanked it over her head and she pouted at him as he moved her arms into the sleeve holes.
"You're no fun." She huffed, watching as he went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water.
She sauntered over to Murphy and he stood dead still watching her, his breathing becoming harder. She slid her hands inside his shirt, her fingers stroking the skin just above his pants teasingly as she leant in near his ear.
"Come on Murph, we could have some fun." She purred, making him groan softly. She smirked, tugging on his earlobe with her teeth and her fingers slipped into the waistband of his jeans. She palmed his cock and he moaned, a hand coming to cradle the back of her head, resting his forehead on hers. His breathing was erratic now and he wanted nothing more than for her to continue what she was doing, no matter how drunk she might have been.
"Murph." He heard his brother warn from near the sink, and it lifted the lust filled cloud that had settled over him. He moved her hand and took a step back from her, his cheeks flushed as he tried to catch his breath. He couldn't even look her in the eye, he felt so ashamed of himself, the boys had no idea of her actions were from the alcohol alone or not and they weren't in the business of taking advantage of girls. He spied the empty vodka bottle then on the floor and went over, picking it up and showing it to his brother.
"Where the fuck did ye get it from Maddie?" Murphy asked with a frown, he was disappointed with her.
"It was in my bag." She shrugged, swaying a little on her feet.
"And ye didn't fuckin' tell us?" Connor asked harshly as he thrust the glass of water into her hand, watching as she took a sip.
"Well no. Hello? Addict!" She laughed, taking a long drink of the water before moving to set it on the table, she hopped up on it, sitting down. Her laughter died though when Connor grabbed her bag from the floor and she slipped off the table, almost falling over in the process.
Murphy wrapped an arm around her waist to stop her from going to his brother and he pulled her back to his chest.
"Don't think so." He commanded, making her watch on horrified. Connor pulled out another bottle, whiskey this time and he shook his head, setting it on the bed near where he was now sat with her bag.
"The fucks this?" He spat, giving her a harsh glare as he pulled out a small bag with what looked to the boys an awful lot like heroin. Her heart stopped at the look he gave her and she felt the arm around her tighten as Murphy tensed up. He spun her around, glowering down at her.
"Ye usin' again?" He asked coldly, making her shake her head vehemently at him.
"No, I'm not Murphy, I mean it. I bought it when I was out there, just in case. But I couldn't bring myself to go back there." She admitted, her eyes watering a little. The look he was giving her was so gut clenching and she felt sick. The disappointment, the shame.
"Swear te me right now that ye've not used." He demanded firmly, looking into her eyes.
"I swear Murphy, I swear I've not used in years." She said sincerely. He looked at her for a moment, assessing if he believed her but he saw nothing but truth in her eyes. He glanced to Connor with a nod, letting him know she was being truthful.
"Alright, good. But this shits goin', we're not havin' it here." Connor said as he stood up, walking over to the toilet. She looked on forlornly, leaning into Murphy a little as the lighter haired twin flushed it away. It was probably a good thing, having it with her had been a dark temptation looming over her, now it was gone, she felt almost lighter.
"Now the whiskey." Connor sighed, it seemed almost blasphemous to have to tip it away but they couldn't have it here, she wasn't to be trusted clearly.
"No! You don't have to, I won't touch it, okay?" She pleaded, trying to go over to him as he took the bottle to the sink. Murphy grip on her tightened to stop her going over to him and she squirmed in his grasp.
"It needs te go Maddie, ye know as well as we do ye'll end up drinkin' it." Murphy lamented behind her. It was hard hearing the desperation in her voice. It made the boys anger at what she had done fade, making them remember she was an addict, she was suffering with an addiction, it wasn't her fault. As Connor poured the liquid away, she lowered her head, feeling a weight settle in her chest.
"Ye did good, we're proud o' ye." She heard Murphy from behind her as Connor walked back over. Murphy finally released her then and she moved away, still swaying on her feet.
"Yeah right. You're disappointed in me. I'm drunk." She huffed, moving over to the bed and laying on it so the world would stop tilting on her.
"Aye, but that's on us. We shouldn't have left ye on yer own and we certainly should o' checked yer bag. Yer right, ye are an addict, and we should have known te fuckin' check." Connor sighed, angry at himself. He felt like this whole thing could have been prevented, now she had to go through withdrawals from the start once more and he felt guilty.
"Are you guys gonna kick me out now?" She asked sadly, blinking over at them. They frowned as they looked at each other before to her.
"Nah, even if ye did proposition us." Murphy grinned, making her groan and roll away from them, pulling the blanket over her head. The boys laughed at her, trying to make the situation more of a funny one than the serious one it actually was. They weren't too good with that shit. This was certainly a fucking hurdle, but they had all learned their lessons from it. They were back to square one but maybe this time, they would actually be able to see it through and get the girl back on track.
