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The contract

Scarlett POV

My head felt like it was going to explode as I tried to take one more breath without having the urge to put my stomach to outside.

Why did I drink so much like that? Nice question Scarlett. No fucking answer.

I opened my eyes again, feeling the fluorescent light from my bathroom burn my corneas slowly. But it was necessary. I already had poured out everything I had drunk in the night, and nothing else came out. My stomach felt raw, my throat was burning and i was afraid to try to throw up one more time and blood started to come out of my mouth.

I got up slowly, and flushed, looking at myself in the mirror through the first time that day. Holy shit, I was terrible! My pencil eyes and mascara had created a black bag below my eyes, my red lipstick was smeared around my mouth, making me hate this twenty-four hour crap. My appearance was shit both on the outside and on the inside, my whole life was shit.

- End of story for you, Scarlett Johansson! - I whispered to myself looking in the mirror.

I decided that stand there, seeing the image of destruction in me it wouldn't do any good at all. So I removed all the makeup and I brushed my teeth. Soon after, I took off the short dress I was still wearing and threw myself under the shower, feeling the icy water hurt every pores of my hot skin. But it was necessary, I had to take that one unhappy hangover from me.

After showering, I dried myself off and walked out of the bathroom, facing Florence lying on the couch in my room. She was just as bad as I was, but that made me smile slightly. I really had the best friend in the world.

After getting dressed, I took two headache pills and I went back to my room, refusing any idea of ​​eating, as my stomach was still wanting me put my face inside the toilet. I lay on the bed and closed my eyes, feeling the slow, steady throbbing in my head as the unconsciousness took over me again.

- Let's wake up, flower of the day!

Oh no... Florence was jumping on my bed, making my sleepy body bounces lightly on the mattress.

- Come on Scar, we have to talk about last night, your naughty girl! - She said, laughing out loud.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was showered and dressed in a lilac sweatshirt set that was too big on me, like I always did when she slept in my house without taking a suitcase. I sat up and let out a long breath, feeling my head throb a lot less than before I fell asleep.

- Naughty? Why? - I asked, leaning against the head of the bed.

She sat in the bed and looked at me, smiling. OK, it was an inside joke and I was lost there.

- Speak up, I don't have my whole life!

- What a bad mood, dear... Is this because of the hangover? - Florence asked, laughing. I just rolled my eyes and waited. - Oh, seriously, Scarlett... Are you going to say you don't remember last night?

- I remember, of course. I remember having stuffed my face with everything who was alcoholic. By the way, don't ever let me do that again, please!

- Okay, what about the rest?

- What rest?

She looked at me with the smile slowly fading.

- The contract and all...

What contract?

Just as Florence was about to open her mouth to answer, my cell phone rang loudly, making us jump on the bed. I caught him on the bedside table, seeing the unknown number on the screen. with the frown I answer.