I hear my ringtone on my phone, and rush to get it.
"It's Miles. I'll go open the door for him," I shout to Bella, who's sitting on my couch.
"Al. What the fuck? Do you even remember what happened last time? When he threw that bottle at you?" I looked down at my feet.
"Yeah, but—,"
"No. No fucking buts. Do you know how I felt when I entered your house and saw you, unconscious, in a pool of your own blood? Do you know how I felt when you muttered Miles' name, the guy you were supposedly in love with. I thought you were dying. I thought you were dead. You were wheeled into the emergency room. I didn't leave your side the whole time. You were in there for 3 days."
She took a pause. "If you let him in, I'm leaving."
"I love him," I say with a shaky voice.
"He's manipulating you. He saw an opportunity to become rich, famous, and he used you. He doesn't care about you. Leave him."
By the end, I was crying.
"I can't," my voice came out hoarse, cracking.
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Alisa
As the plane lands at the airport in Barcelona, all the messages load in, including the news.
'The 17-year old model prodigy was seen boarding a flight to Barcelona...could this mean more runways?'
I roll my eyes. How do they catch everything? Anyways, my mom said that someone 'special' was gonna meet me at the airport. While waiting in a line, I check my instagram.
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@alisavitalevna
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my bby fell asleep so perfect chance to hack her account follow me guys @bellahadid
