It's been a month since me and Chad's break up, him and Bryce have been having to serve serious jail-time for doing drugs and smoking weed which is either almost legal in California or it isn't legal at all yet.
I haven't gone to any photo shoots or any meetings at all, due to lack of energy coming from me. All I've been doing is crying and eating my heart out while I watch Shrek on Netflix, in my bed. Adalina has called me more than a hundred times in the past couple weeks, the first couple weeks I started ditching work. I've completely turned off my phone now so I'm in heaven!!
"Ding-dong!!" I gasped and shot up out of my bed, crumbs going everywhere, the laptop that was on my lap went flying off and hit the wall. I immediately stopped and looked back at it. "Eh.." I shrugged and ran to the door. "PIZZA!!" I squealed as I ran down the halls of my apartment, once I reached the door I unlocked it and opened it.
"Oh shit.." I tried closing the door but the person invited themselves in. "YOU'RE LUCKY YOU HAVEN'T BEEN FIRED YET!!" Adalina shouted at me, she folded her arms and crossed her right leg over her left, after sitting down on the small couch in the living room. I sighed and shut the door, locking it after. I walked towards her and sat on the long couch across from her. "I'VE HAD TO BEG AND PLEAD FOR THE COMPANY TO KEEP YOU!! I'VE HAD TO SLEEP WITH MULTIPLE GUYS AT THE COMPANY SO THEY COULD KEEP THEIR FUCKING MOUTHS SHUT!!" She rolled her eyes but then chuckled and looked down at her lap. "They were sexy as fuck...pft, I wouldn't sleep with no ugly ass lookin' bitch..." she realized that she was saying her thoughts out loud and nervously chuckled, looking up at me. "Uhm...not the point!! DALLAS, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING YOUR WAY INTO JOBS TO REMAIN!! NOT ME!!" She grumbled before pouting and looking down at the ground.
I sighed and folded my arms. "Look..." "I KNOW, CHAD BROKE UP WITH YOU BUT YOU'VE GOTTA REALIZE THAT YOUR JOB IS AT STAKE RIGHT NOW AND YOU NEED TO WAKE UP AND STOP BEING LAZY BY LAYING IN YOUR BED AND DOING NOTHING BECAUSE THAT'S NOT AN OPTION!!!" She scoffed. "You're lucky that you've already paid your bills for the apartment...because if you didn't...you'd be struggling to survive right now..." I sighed and rolled my eyes. "OKAY, I GET IT!! I'M SORRY FOR FUCKING NOT COMING TO WORK, I'M SORRY THAT MY PROBLEMS AREN'T IMPORTANT AND THAT I JUST WANTED TO WAIT UNTIL I WAS MENTALLY HEALTHY AND STABLE TO COME BACK!!" I shouted and stomped off into the kitchen, Adalina didn't see my point of view...she didn't care about my problems at the moment, only hers.
She sighed and stood up. She drug her feet against the floor, with her head drooped down as she slowly walked towards me, me and Adaline have been friends since grade school...and now she's my manager, how ironic is that?
"Dallas...I'm sorry..." she mumbled, I was chugging a bottle of vodka while taking Tylenol for the massive headache that I had. Adaline didn't notice it until a few minutes later, when she got confused when all she heard was nothing but silence.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" she rushed over to me and tried taking the bottle away but I've grown much taller than her over the years and I kept moving around, making it harder for her to catch me.
"UGH, DO YOU WANNA GET FIRED?! STOP THAT, NOW!!" she ordered, I was already finished, I threw the, now empty, bottle on the ground. Glass shattering everywhere. She gasped and flinched, jumping back by a lot so the glass doesn't cut her feet. She was wearing her Chacos.
I just shrugged and walked off to my room. "Oh NO you don't!!" Adaline grumbled and chased after me, I crawled under the blankets on my bed and was about to fall back asleep until the blankets were ripped off from me. I sighed and sat up.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I growled and wiped my eyes, Adaline turned on the light in my room, my eyes squinted, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. My skins gotten paler...jeez...if that's even a thing...I don't even go out that much anymore, I've just been inside my house, trying to hide myself from everyone, everything...
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Forced Marriage
Romance21 year old Dallas, who's now living in Los Angeles California, to pursue her dream of being a model and maybe a singer...get's a phone call from her agent saying that her mother's been trying to reach her but can't because her phones been turned of...