HEALING IN HIS ARMS
Chapter 1
The chilly morning air blowing in through the open window of Pearl's room did her awakening.
Her lids moved slightly, and her intertwined lashes began trying to go of each other.
Lazily, she rolled from one side of her soft bed to another, slowly pulling the duvet away.
Lazily, she rolled from one side of her soft bed to another, slowly pulling the duvet away.
Her hair is in a tousled mess on her head, and she has smeared mascara below her entrancing amber eyes__a result of her alcohol party last night
She was groaning with a frown as she sat up, placing her pedicured legs on the ground.
She reached for the drawer and opened it, dragging out a joint pack.
She got rizla and rolled it professionally, getting a zippo to lighten it.
She took a long drag from it, and immediately it penetrated deep, she smiled with her lips, blowing out the smokes softly.
She got her phone with the other hand and went to the girls group chat.
There are messages from all of them already.
Morgan: Who's here?
Lizzy: Shut the fûck, Morgan. Last night wasn't funny.
Rebekah: Let's meet in school, no comment for now.
Pearl almost started laughing as she typed a text.
Pearl: I love you Morgan! I needed the booze.
Immediately she sent that to the group, a knock sounded on her door.
"Pearl bby?" Her mother's voice called.
She quickly hid the joint in the drawer and closed it, then she sprayed the room to hide the smell.
She walked to the door, her perfect curvy hips doing a show behind her till she got there and opened the door to meet her mum standing there.
Mrs. Wilson.
"Ma" she muttered, leaning on the door.
The brunette woman smiled and embraced her in a hug, arranging her hair with her fingers.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Sure" Pearl managed to smile.
"Come on, breakfast is set" Mrs. Wilson pulled her away from the door.
She swept her hair back sluggishly as she followed her down the stairs.
The house is big and spacious...her parents might not be very rich, but they're rich enough to buy her whatever she wants... they both run Wilson Enterprises.
They met her dad eating already when they got to the dining room, and she settled down opposite him.
"Morning" she mumbled.
The man looked up sternly.
"You smell like weed, did you smoke again?" He questioned.
"Shit" Pearl muttered, taking her cutlery.
"You think you're helping yourself with the smokes?" Mr. wilson said.
"Hubby" Mrs. Wilson tried to stop him, but it failed cos he kept talking...
"You're literally worsening everything and...
"Fûck it! I'm not eating with you guys anymore" Pearl slammed her palms on the table, standing and rushing back upstairs.
"Pearl!" Her mother's voice came after her, but she never turned back till she arrived at her room.
She entered the bathroom and exited minutes later to dress up in a baggie jean.
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