Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 295: Slip Up

Chapter 295: Slip Up

When Emily had found the third bottle of wine. She should not have opened it up and began drinking it. Instead, she should have put it away. Should have just endured the pain of a heartbreak, and gotten it over with. But the bottle had been too tempting for her to refuse. And now, Emily was suffering the consequences of yet another ill-advised drinking session. Her head was pounding, and opening her eyes felt as though she were being stabbed by a thousand needles directly in the iris.

Luckily for her, it seemed that her mum had still not come in from work yet, so the apartment was silent. There were no sudden noises to make the pain of her hangover even worse.

So Emily was able to just take a few minutes in bed defrosting, slowly working up the willpower needed to get up and go brush her teeth and shower. Both activities sounding more enticing the longer Emily thought about them.

After she had finally managed to get up and get clean, Emily returned to her bedroom feeling slightly more alive and less like roadkill. Walking into her room, her intent had been to just put on some clothes and head out into the kitchen so that she could get something to eat, while also getting the evening meal ready. But the moment that Emily stepped foot in her room again, she froze. She had not seen it before because she had been too busy focused on all of the aches and pains that came with being hung over.

But now that she was feeling a bit better, Emily’s eyes instantly landed on the anomaly in the room.

It seemed that at some point, while the alcohol had still been flowing freely in her veins. Emily had taken out the unfinished puzzle picture, and also her embroidered heart. What exactly her plans had been with the two items?

Emily had no idea, and she did not wish to find out. That Chapter was well and truly closed. The sooner she accepted that, the better.

Grabbing the two objects, Emily put them away once again. Trying her best not to focus too much on them. It was actually kind of sad, the fact that just holding two itemss. Things that were neither good nor bad, made her heart feel as though it were being pierced by a barbed wire.

No sooner had Emily put the puzzle picture, and the embroidered heart away. She heard the front door opening. Signalling that her mum had returned. Going out to greet her, Emily instantly knew that she had made a mistake the moment that her mother’s eyes landed on her.

Jane Molson did not say anything, but Emily could tell that her mom knew that she had been drinking again.

It was not a good look, she knew, to have been caught out, twice, doing something that she normally did not do. But since her mom did not bring it up, the two of them instead ordering pizza.

Opting for a lazy night in instead of trying to cook something together. Emily had almost believed that the whole thing would end there. That they would never discuss her out of character behaviour when it came to her drinking. But as soon as the pizza was done, and the two of them were just focused on the TV.

Her mom brought it up.

"Emily, I get that you are going through a tough time. That you must be really hurting right now. But you cannot keep doing this. This is how addictions start. You take one drink to get past a situation. Then you take two to make yourself feel better. Next thing there’s three, so that you don’t feel as nervous,"

"And then out of nowhere, it has snowballed, and you cannot function without having a little bit of alcohol in your system at all times. I do not want that for you,"

Her mother said it all in a matter of fact voice. Not trying to be too dramatic. Not trying to guilt-trip Emily.

She was just stating facts, calling things how she saw them, and that made it worse. It made Emily feel terrible because, even if it had just been two days of drinking. She was already seeing how it could become something that would be easy to rely on. To have a few hours out of the day where her heartache did not seem like such a pressing matter.

She could not let herself go down such a slippery slope. So she looked over at her mother and made a promise.

"I know. It is not good for me to be drinking the way I have the past two days, and I promise that I will try to do better," She said. Her mom shook her head, her effort to hold back her temper clear in the way she was trembling slightly.

"Emily, in these cases, trying is not good enough. You have to stop completely while it is still in the beginning stages," Emily nodded.

"I know,mom. I won’t be drinking anymore."

Her mom let out a long sigh, wiping a tear as she stared at Emily.

"I am a caregiver, Em. I have seen what happens to people who do not deal with their stuff before it gets to be too late,"

Reaching over, her mom grabbed a cushion that was in between them and squeezed it tight. "Do not destroy yourself over a man who is not worth your time. Derek Haven might have the money and the power, but he has no class. You have managed to get away from him before he could do too much damage. Remember that he does not own you" Emily nodded, but her mom was not done. Staring blakly at the TV, she continued

" And I, on my part, have also tried to protect you. When he came by here the last time. I sent him away to make sure that he did not get a chance to dig his claws into you. Do not waste this opportunity, Emily, because that’s what it is,"

"An opportunity. A chance for you to heal. Do not let yourself be destroyed by somebody who is not even close to you," Her mom finished, but Emily was not focusing on all of the other stuff that she’d said. Her mind had begun ringing at one particular sentence.

"Derek was here. He actually came here?" Emily asked. Her mom tensed, then she opened and closed her mouth again, suddenly unable to speak.

That was all the confirmation that Emily needed. Her heart sank. Derek had really come in person. He’d made the effort. The one thing that she had decided to herself that she would hear him out if he ever did. He had come, and her mom had sent him away.