The Fake Lovers

Intro

Past:

"WE HATE YOU, STUPID UNGRATEFUL DAUGHTER!", her mother yelled at her.

"TAKE YOUR STUFF AND GET OUT ! WE DO NOT WANT YOU AS OUR CHILD ANYMORE" her father yelled back.

She didn't do anything to deserve all of this. Since her brother left, everything was bad. Everything was all a mess in her world. Her brother was the one to keep them all together. He was the one that was loved by her parents. He was their favorite. Never she could hate him, he has always been there for her. He was like that best friend that is 'like a brother' but literally he was her brother. Let's come back to the angry parents now. They were throwing her clothes in plastic bags while cursing in English and french.

"SORT DE MA FOUTUE MAISON PUTAIN! " (Get out of my freaking house), her father yelled in his maternal language.

The only thing that she could do is stay calm, they didn't have to see her break down. They threw at the front door all the bags they filled with her clothing and all her items that were lying around in her room. As she got out of the door and grabbed her coat, she put her hand in her pocket and took her brother's army medal that he gave to her, the first time he left.

They closed and locked the door. They clearly never wanted to see her again. She took her phone and called her best friend.

"Amy... Can I stay at your house?... For a while? Until I find an apartment?.."

"Nov, are you alright?! Yes, you can stay here for a while! Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Yes..." She closed her phone as she said bye to her friend. Taking her plastic bags and dragging them near the road where her friend will pick her up.

The music was blasting, his body moving to the music, grinding on the girl that was next to him. A red cup in his hand. Drinking everything away. The smell of alcohol was in the air, everyone was drunk, moving their bodies to the music. He slowly walked away from the crowd, the girl gripping his body to keep him with her. He pushed her off like nothing happened. He walked outside, leaning on the wall, he looked at the drunk girls and boys in the pool, half of them in an intense makeout session. He took out a joint out of his pocket and light it up. Smoking it and starting to feel the effects of the soft drug in his body. As he finished his joint, he got back inside, taking a shooter and another red cup while walking back in the crowd. Drinking and drinking. Everything he had to deal with was slowly dripping down his throat. He loved this feeling of not caring about anything. He loved it. But he knew that the next morning everything would be back to normal. And all his washed up feeling would only come back. He walked towards this other girl and started dancing with her, grinding on her body. He leaned in and started to kiss her, slowly transitioning the kiss into a makeout session. As he was passionately making out with this random chick when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw a man in a tuxedo, surely, on of his father's bodyguard.

"Are you serious? ", he asked the men.

"yes." He pulled his arm and dragged him out of the house. He only looked at him and entered the car. As he sat down, he passed out on the car seat.

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Hello! MaikaLalibaz here! I hoped you liked this intro of my new book! For once, I am not writing a fanfiction! I really wanted to write this book! I really hope you will like it! And I will do an updating schedule. So I will update once a week. So, don't forget to share, like and comment! Anyway, MAIKALALIBAZ OUT!