🌠Sixteenth chapter🌠

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"Momma, I'm so sorry, I'm not sober anymore
And daddy, please forgive me for the drinks spilled on the floor
To the ones who never left me, we've been down this road before"
Sober; Demi Lovato

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*TW - alcohol abuse*

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Two weeks later
I woke up in the morning on the floor. I slept on the floor again? Jeez I must have been so drunk. And now I have that terrible headache. Alcohol is great, but hungover is hell.

I slowly stood up and took a look around. Bottles were spread all around in one big mess. Right after Barcelona Charles had a camp with Ferrari Academy so luckily he is not at home. Because I'm sure he would have his very ,,clever" talks to my soul. I really don't care about his life lectures. For whole two weeks I was just playing on piano and drinking to numb my pain. I didn't answer messages from Charles, Alex and others. I completely isolated myself from the world. Like I always do.

But I could still see Diego's face in front of me. I feel his hands around me, I feel his lips on my forehead, I can even smell that fucking perfume he wears. Whenever I close my eyes, he is haunting me in my dreams. I don't know what to do. Burning liquid helps me to forget, but unfortunately this feeling doesn't last forever. I'm emptying one bottle after another without any crucial changes. I decided to throw empty bottles out when the door opened wide. Charles. I ignored him and continued in collecting. I can smell the troubles are coming.

"Hey." Turn the volume down, my head is gonna explode.

"Can you be quiter please?" I groaned and put the bottles into trash can.

"Did you drink?" Oh wow, don't they call you Sherlock Leclerc?

"No I was building bottle towers," I said sarcastically. He sighed at my bitchy attitude.

"Ariana, be serious. How much did you drink?" I'm so tired of his stupid daddy questions.

"None of your business," I snorted and took my jacket off the hatrack. I need to go out. I don't know where, but far away from him.

"A lot, I assume. Why?" He stepped into my way when I was about to leave.

"Because that Italian asshole dumped me." I pushed him harshly away. I have no idea how I gained that sudden strenght, "he broke my fucking heart. Like it was nothing."

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