Disclaimers: ER isn't mine. Abby isn't mine
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far, and thanks Brynn, you know why. My chapters will get gradually longer as Abby gets older.
The kahlua was sweet on her lips and bitter on her tongue. She collected a fair quantity of it in her mouth before she forced it down. "Good stuff," she mumbled, not quite sarcasticly. She sat with her back to the wall, the large bottle in her lap, with an arm wrapped protectively around it. She would have some fun tonight. Again, she held it to her lips, but this time drank continuously, like it was a bottle of water and she had just run a mile, rather than like it was alcohol in her room at midnight. Ignoring the sticky sweetness and bitter bite that accompanied it, she kept going untill the impulse to gag forced her to stop. A few swallows and she was sure that the fluid would absorb into her system rather than coming out the way it went in. Another few gulps. She didn't taste it so strongly any more, and when she turned her head, her eyes took a moment to adjust, things were streaky. If she had gotten up, she would have found herself to be pleasantly tipsy. But that wasn't what she had in mind.
No music tonight. She didn't want sound. In fact, the day had been too loud, so loud that she craved silence. Her mother's screaming still echoed in her ears, it had not been a good week. Her teachers had confronted her about her falling grades, they'd all said the same thing more or less, 'So bright, but it's close to the end of the semester and you haven't been doing your work. There's concern that you could fail.' One of her teachers had offered her a chance to bring her thirty eight percent up to a seventy if she just did a project over the weekend. It was Sunday night and she hadn't touched it. She wouldn't. It didn't matter enough. She just didn't want to think about it.
Another gulp. A third of the bottle was gone. And another. And another. Untill half of a bottle of kahlua remained and Abby was asleep.
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