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Chapter 9

I woke up the next morning feeling awful. Awful. Fucking awful.

My head was feeling as if it was about to explode and throat was raw as hell.

But, I had to suck it up and get out of bed.

December 9th. It was December 9th and 2 days until Veronica's fucking birthday.

I stumbled into the hallway and made my way into the kitchen. I drank down a bottle of water and looked at the time. 10:39. Saturday. It was Saturday.

Harry should have been up by now, but he probably has a fucking hangover and is sleeping in. Dick.

I always hated it when Harry got drunk. He didn't get drunk often. Usually, he would have a drink or two, if not drunk at a party.

It's not like he is some monster when he is drunk. When he gets drunk though, he will overdue his drinking. He will go over his limit. Not to where he blacks out or shit like that, but its crazy.

Yesterday, he definitely got too drunk. I still can't figure it out though.

When he hit that guy, he seemed sober, but a couple minutes before, he was drunk off his ass. That's what confuses me.

Then, interrupting my thoughts, was that damn phone of mine. I didn't look at who called, and I regret that.

"Hello?" I said, sleepily.

"Anne?" A voice rang through.

I was awake by then. Full, wide awake. I shouldn't have answered it. As I was about to hang up, she spoke again.

"Anne, don't hang up. It's an emergency." She said, quickly.

"What is it, Veronica?"

"I got a letter in the mail addressed to you yesterday. I think you might want to read it."

"What the hell? You want me to drive for three hours just for some fucking letter?"

"Anne, I think you might want to read it."

"You said it was an emergency. Why did you say it was an emergency if it was just about a letter?"

"The letter is from Julliard."

That's when everything stopped. Every single thing stopped. What the absolute fuck?
"Did you open it?" I asked, confused.

"No, I didn't. It was addressed to you, so I didn't."

"You didn't talk to Julliard, did you?" I asked, starting to get impatient.

"No, I didn't."

"I'll see you in a couple hours, then." I said, determined to know what the letter said.