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Beyond All Of Everything. Chapter Seven. Weakness
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o SUMMARY OF CHAPTER 6: Susan and Jing-Mei tease Carter. He takes Abby and Ollie out for dinner. They hide from Susan and Jing-Mei but Richard sees them, instead.
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On the ceiling of the Lockharts' living room there are four small holes where a light used to hang and one in the middle for the cable. It was there when they bought it. She remembers: a tacky, pretentious chandelier, most probably made of plastic. They took it down. White paint has been brushed over the holes, spoiling the perfect circles but not hiding them as she suspects was intended.
Abby makes a mental note of this as she lies on the wood laminate floor; this may be important information that she needs to take in. The Lockharts live in condo 16 which is on the fourth floor. She's pretty impressed that she's remembered this, considering.
"Oh fuck," she mutters and her words come out slurred. How the hell did she get to this state again? Carter won't stand for this again. He's freaked out and given her chances too many times. This is the third and there is no way she's going to get forgiven this time.
There's a cut on her forehead; she knows this because it hurts and there is blood on her fingertips when she touches it. In her semi-conscious state she surveys the room, realising that she's leaning on against a table – she must've fallen and caught her head on it.
It's spinning. Oh crap, the room is spinning. She needs to be sick but she can't – she doesn't think she'll be able stand up and make it to the bathroom. Take a deep breath, Abby. Just don't puke up, whatever you do. Okay, right, focus on something. Seriously, everything is moving. What is its problem?
"Stop it," she mumbles but the room isn't listening. "Oh, this is messed up."
Right – her gaze falls on the window. Sure, focus on the window, the curtains. The window frame is painted white, too. Like the ceiling – no don't look at the ceiling, you'll only puke and you don't want to do that, just think of poor Ollie if he wakes up to find his mother covered in vomit. Oh god, Ollie. Sunlight is beginning to sneak over the window ledge. It is almost morning. How is she meant to get up and smarten up so she can be a good mother for him in the morning? That's why she wanted to do this for him – give up the drink – she wanted to be a good mother to him. He was so great – he deserved something brilliant, yet he would always be happy with her.
Her watch says 6:00. She begins to cry. This is stupid; all she wants to do is stand up and look the part. Maybe she's not, though. And what if she never will be?
No, this is stupid. Stop talking like this. She'll be okay; Ollie never needs to know this happened. Everything will be alright. She just needs to get a little bit of sleep.