Virulent Allures ✧ Born to Die I

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Hey guys, I would appreciate it so much if you voted, commented and put the book in your reading lists... Would love to know that you like what I write <3

Also, every one of my books (yes I've been writing more lol) will have a signature song of Lana's. Virulent Allures is (sort of) based on Dark Paradise.

Anyways, enjoyyyy...

Side note: The events of this chapter are taking place in France so imagine that all the dialogues of the chapter are also in French.

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Adelaide's P.O.V.
Paris, France, 5 years ago

Headache.

It was all I could feel, all I could think of. An endless agony of a torturous headache.

Sun beamed from the open window of my room, making me squeeze my eyes shut, trying to get rid of the bright white light that almost blinded me. Everything was so loud. Excruciatingly loud. The noise of city traffic on the busy road beneath my house. The honking of cars, motorcycles passing, a truck's engine, people shouting...

Headache, headache, headache.

I covered my ears with my hands, wincing, and buried my face under my pillow.

I broke my promise yesterday. I didn't mean to, but I did. I drank. And not only that, I got drunk too.

But you only turn fourteen once and my friends wanted to take me out to celebrate. So I went to a club for the first time, and drank. And I had fun too.

I only recently had started having friends. And if I was being honest, I didn't think that they befriended me for...me. I didn't believe it was a coincidence that when I started getting attention from the popular boys, so many girls suddenly wanted to be my friends. However, I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy having friends, as superficial as our friendships were. And who knew, perhaps they would end up being much more meaningful.

I always had been shy and quiet. I didn't have any friends and up until I started middle school last year, I was bullied. At first I had been just invisible, but then in the fourth grade, my classmates somehow discovered what my maman did for a living. There was no going back after that.

I loved my maman and nothing they ever said about her or me would change that, but it still hurt. It hurt, because she was so good and she didn't want any of this. I think if it was her choice I wouldn't have any problem with it, but I knew she only did it for papa. And she shouldn't. We should just leave, go somewhere else and be on our own.

Papa was always in some sort of trouble. Drinking, gambling, always interacting with the wrong people... But maman loved him, she couldn't just leave him to his fate.

Or maybe she was just afraid to do so, and lied to me because it was easier.

Either way, she always was the one paying for his sins.

The white light beneath my closed eyelids wasn't so painfully bright anymore, and the buzzing in my ears had mostly stopped, even though the headache remained.

I curled into a fetal position and covered my whole body with my bedsheet, trying to block the sounds.

Those godawful sounds from the other room... Maman's suffering. Tears welled up in my eyes. I sniffled and covered my ears, but it didn't help. It never did. The sounds only became louder. Wood banged against the wall. Moans. Groans. Cries. My cries.