They WILL Be Unbroken

-Ashley's POV-

I woke that morning with a terrible hangover. One of the worst I'd ever had. I lay in bed, not wanting too move, hungry but unwilling to go down to my empty, filthy kitchen. Eventually I had to get up to go vomit. Once I was done I felt even hungrier and staggered down to the kitchen. It was a mess. My hunger temporarily forgotten, I set about cleaning the kitchen. It gave me time to reflect on the past few months. They had been a mess of party's, and accusations that I had no idea if they were true or not. I lent my head on the low cupboard and cried softly. Something touched my shoulder and I started, turning to see a young blond standing behind me, a sad smile on her pretty face.
"You don't remember me do you?" She asked sadly. I shook my head more tears slipping down my face. She sighed. "Honestly, I'm not surprised. You where fairly pissed last night."
"My head tells me more than slightly." I mumbled. "Did we-"
Seeing my look, she nodded happily, "And pissed or not you did not betray your reputation." She said with a wink. I looked own at my feet.
"Did I hurt you?" I asked very softly.
"Oh Ashie. No. No I promise." She lifted my tear soaked face and kissed my lips very gently.
"I- I'm really glad."
"I'm going to make you breakfast." She announced happily. "Hold on I've got some special tea in my bag. It really helps with hangovers!" As she was leaving I grabbed her wrist.
"Wait, whats-" I paused in embaressment
"My name?" I nodded shyly, "Stacie." She said with a smile.

After Stacie, I started asking girls who I couldn't remember if I'd hurt them. A few said yes, that really hurt. Sometimes I woke alone, despite being certain I'd taken someone home that night. I knew I should stop drinking, but I couldn't. I had no other way to fill my evenings. I needed a Saviour now.

Notes

Sorry it's so short! I'll be uploading another today so keep an eye out for that.