1 chapter: Repeating Days

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POV Cara

I woke up because of calling phone.My head was a mess and couldn't work normal. It's been cool party in my friend's house.Of course, I was alone there, without Annie, and of course, I got too drunk....Now I'm sorry about that...Ohhh...And yeah, it sucks.
I opened my eyes hardly,(my brains were crying :NEVER EVER GO TO PARTY!!! ) and answered.Annie called me .
-Hello, my love.Miss you...
-Hello, dear.Miss you too.
-Sorry, I don't have any time to call you, darling.I'm hard-working now...
I tried to focus on the conversation, but couldn't.
-Oh, don't...I know...The same, sweetheart...I know...Don't...worry. Where are you?
But she ignored me.
-Cara,(her voice became unpleasant.Something will happen...) are you drunk?

Oh, no. No. NO. Not now.

Sometimes Annie becomes ,,the second mom" for me.I hate this moments . She begins tell me angrily how it is difficult - to be with me.She says that I'm just stupid model and can't do anything without help. And that she'll break up with me. I don't know why does it happen with her? Maybe, middle-age crisis?... So, I hate this.
Annie went for her tour and left me for a month.I don't like to be alone, so every evening I hung up with my friends.It was my rest.And now my girlfriend wants to get off this part of my life by the screams and strict phrases.Noooo...

-...Yes. Please, forgive me, it was the last time...I'm so lonely without you...
-Don't tell me anything!I don't wanna hear your smokie voice!Call me later.Bye.

And IT repeats during the months...

Thanks for a good beginning of the day!!! I put my phone on the table and fell asleep again.

Ugh....It's 2 p.m.
I have to go to my modeling agency. My brains begin work a bit, but head is still a mess.

Today, after work, I'll come home to not disapoint my girl more.I'll call her.

6 p.m. It is realy interesting - to be a model. You meet wonderful people and I like it the most of all.And anyway, this all is exhausting .Today I exactly won't go to some party. I want to sleep.

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