"There's only so many times I can put my heart back together"
"Why are you so sure I'll break it again?"
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Andrew had a perfect life. Or so others would think.
Living under his father's control was a nightmare. Having his dreams ignored and bei...
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Dark red drops slid down Nicole's neck, staining her collarbones and the collar of her white, loose tee. Every inch of her uncovered skin had some hand print from the crimson liquid. The maniac smile she had carefully practiced made her even more scary.
"How do I look?" she turned around, facing the roommate laying on her bed, furiously typing.
Carolina looked up, taking in her costume. She wore a t-shirt so long it hid her shorts, as if it wasn't chilling at night. The bottle of fake blood had been almost all used on her, and yet she didn't look satisfied.
"Like a psychopath who just committed mass murder."
The blonde shrugged. It wasn't what she was going for, but it worked. That night, she wanted was to look different from her usual self, which shocked Carolina, who expected her to go as a slutty police and find a new hook up.
Lately, she hadn't been very interested in men. The late nights out were still a thing, but what Carolina failed to notice was that Nicole was almost always at Miguel's, complaining about life and watching movies.
"Are you ready or what?" Nicole asked.
Her roommate got up for the first time since barging in and throwing herself on the blonde's bed to complain about Lucas. He had decided he wasn't going, therefore she was reluctant to go and kept trying to convince him to join her. She would be a Daphne and he would be Shaggy. Now it was Daphne and some maniac.
"I don't know if I want to go," she said. "Not without him."
Nicole rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a dependant bitch. So what if he isn't going? You're just going to stop having fun because of him? Get a life."
You could word things more nicely, couldn't you? Carolina thought, walking out.
The blonde grabbed her purse, but just as she was about to leave, her phone lit up with her sister's name on the screen.
"Hello!" the girl beamed as soon as Nicole picked up.
"Hi, Rita," she answered, with half the enthusiasm. "What's up?"
They hadn't talked in a week. Nicole was always working, and Rita was busy with university and tests. That call was long due, but she han't picked a suitable moment. All Nicole wanted was to go out, get silly drunk and dance under the colourful lights.
"I just wanted to tell you I'm coming a week later than I promised, and that I might stay for a little, if that's okay?"
Nicole accepted it right away. Her sofa might be small, but it was enough for Rita to accommodate herself for a while.
"Also," Rita hesitated. "Dad wants to know if you're coming for Christmas? And before you say no, Laura is coming."
Her hand gripped the phone harder. Maybe Rita had forgiven and forgotten, but Nicole and Laura never accepted the time they lost with their mother because of all the fighting.
