A stretched yawn left her mouth as her hands reached out to rub at her droopy eyes. The faint stench of liquor that radiated off of her caused her to sit up and move her hand to her aching head. The other sat on the white pillow behind her.

It wasn’t until she moved it that she realised she was touching something hard and rough. Squinting her eyes, she brought the object in front of her only to see a bible.

Confusion nipped at her insides and she tilted her head. Not even a minute had passed when her lazy eyes snapped fully open and scanned the unfamiliar room. She had no time to admire the clean room as she was already out of bed and running out.

Through a mirror in the hallway, she caught sight of her messy appearance; smudged lipstick around her lips and dark mascara under her eyes.

Sighing she ran to the front door, surprised to find it open. Before her was a glass milk bottle on the doorstep alongside a tyre, a bicycle tyre.

She spotted a broken bike hidden in the grass and immediately memories came rushing to her.

However before she could make a run for it a voice pulled her back.

“Leaving so soon.” He sighed in that posh voice of his.

She turned only to see him dressed in his priest uniform, staring at her expectantly.

“I guess..” her voice was hoarse and rough. Maybe she shouldn’t have drank all the alcohol.

He raised his brows for a brief second, “you know, it’s not a good idea to be driving around on your bicycle, drunk and in the middle of the night. Most importantly, you shouldn’t be doing that in front a priests house.”

She rolled her eyes at his lecture but couldn’t speak as he cut her off, “I left that bible for you, take it I can see you need it a lot.”

“Whatever..” she scoffed.

“And next time,” he crossed his arms, “don’t try tricking me into believing your the milkman. You can take that milk you left aswell..”