Slut Shaming

                                    

                                          
The sound of a door slamming woke me up from my sleep and I really wish I didn't wake up at all when I opened my eyes. What was going on and why didn't head feel like it was going to explode? How much did I drink? 
"Well maybe if you weren't such an asshole I wouldn't need to yell!" I heard Beth's loud voice  and I scrunched my face up. This really wasn't helping my headache. 
I went to sit up but I realised what was stopping me it. It was Jack! Jack was home! How did I not know this!? 
"Jack! Wake up!" I shook him. I was desperate to just hear his voice again. 
He groaned and opened one eye a little, "what? Where's the fire?" His sleepy voice instantly made me feel better. 
"W-what are you doing here?" I squealed. 
"I got released yesterday but I had to go straight to the club or I was going to miss my fight then as soon as it was done I came here and it looks like I was just in time. You were throwing up all over the bathroom." Jack chuckled. 
I covered my face, thinking about the flashbacks as I seem to remember him walking in when I thought it was Beth. "Oh, uhm yeah I got a little wine happy." I blushed. 
He chuckled, "I seen to remember putting a bottle of whiskey in the bin, babe." 
I burst out laughing, I definitely lost control. Thankfully I was in the house, myself for the most part of the night. 
"You're such a bitch!" Beth's voice echoed through our house again. I was about to move to check on her when she burst in my room. Tears streaming down her face. "I hate him!" She screamed out and threw herself down at the bottom of my bed. 
"What? Who?" I asked just as the front door slammed shut. 
"Brad!" She sobbed and I looked at Jack in shock. This was only the last thing I was expecting to see her cry over. Brad.
Jack climbed out from under the blanket, revealing his half naked body as he was only wearing boxers and he started pulling his jeans on. I had to peel my eyes away as he started to get dressed and focus back on my distressed roommate. 
"Well, I brought up the fact he called you a slut. He told me not to get involved in something I don't know about, but how can he say that? I know you better than anyone and-" I stopped listening and I saw Jack's face drop. 
"What is he talking about?" Jack cut in, looking at me with wide eyes. 
Oh no. 
"Your stupid friend called my best friend a slut for absolute no reason!" She screamed at Jack, full of rage. 
I put my head down, embarrassed by my own actions but also for what Brad thought of me. I saw Jack rush out, still pulling on his shirt and my stomach clenched. Was he mad at me? 
"It's okay, Beth. I know it's not very nice but I'm okay. I'm just so happy Jack is out." I tried to reassure her. 
She wiped her tears and sighed. "I'm going to make us some toast." She slid off the bed and walked out my bedroom. I got up tried to pull myself together and I tried to not think about what was going on across the hall in the other flat. I hated the fact that Brad was getting the first chance to explain the situation to Jack. 
I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my face free of make up from the night before. 
I swapped my tank top for my hoodie and kept my pyjama shorts on underneath. 
Beth was just putting toast out for us both with some tea and we sat up on the counters with a slice each. "I don't know how you can sit there so calm. If someone was calling me a slut, I would want to defend myself." She said to me.