Not your regular girl 12

The next morning, Jennifer was in the kitchen, trying to make a hangover soup for Donald. Though it was weird that he told her he was going to the office and somehow ended up getting heavily drunk, she still felt they was a reason for it.

She was still in the kitchen when she heard her phone ringing. With a sense of haste, she strode away from the kitchen in a bid to take the call. But it was done ringing before she could get to it. When she swiped her phone, she could see message notification from Lucy. She had sent her a picture. When she opened it, her jaw dropped. Strength left her legs and she fell into the couch.

"Do..donald?" She muttered shakily.

Right on her screen was a picture of a lady close enough to Donald for comfort. It was right in his car. Where did he fucking go last night? She dialed Lucy's line immediately.

"Hello, Lucy!" She said in an agitated tone as the call connected.

"Hello, girl," Lucy said in a very calm tone.

"What did you just send to me? Isn