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Bright sunlight shone through the small round window just above the staircase, causing Bette to squeeze her eyes tightly closed as she made her descent. Her fingers tenderly massaged her throbbing forehead as she made a mental note never to drink again.
Upon leaving the bar the night before, Bette’s head had already been swimming with a decent buzz. Unfortunately the run in with both Tina and Brenda left the brunette with a desire to drown her sorrows until she couldn’t feel anymore. Once she had arrived at her father’s house, Bette found a bottle of whiskey from his “secret stash” and took it up to her room.
A mistake she was clearly paying for now.
“So nice of you to join us”
Bette winced at the booming sound of her father’s voice as she reached the last step, mustering her best smile despite her condition.
“Good morning” She rasped as she entered the kitchen, her eyes squinting against the bright sunlight that bathed the kitchen. Bette had forgotten how large the windows at her father’s house were not to mention the amount of natural light that spilled through. The windows in her loft were big as well but considering the fact that her Manhattan apartment was surrounded by other tall buildings, the sun merely peeked through here and there. A con of city life.
Melvin Porter grunted at the sight of his daughter’s disheveled appearance before popping a piece of sausage into his mouth. He gestured to a plate in the center of the table with the knife in his hand, “Care for some toast?”
Bette’s eyes roamed to the feast on the large dining table, thankful that her hangover only went as far as a throbbing headache. Her stomach growled as she gazed upon the fresh toast glossed with melted butter, bacon, eggs and sausage occupying a plate nearby. She sat down in an empty chair just as Kit placed a batch of fresh pancakes in front of her, the salty sweet scent tickling her nose.
It had been years since the three of them had sat down together for breakfast and for a moment, Bette felt like a kid again. Her mind reeled as she happily ate her breakfast in silence, enjoying the presence of her father and older sister. She hadn’t realized just how much she missed being back home until that very moment.