Heads Will Roll

Hello, what's up? So, this is the new chapter, and again, is dedicated to Marina and Beatriz. I love you girls. So, you know. I do not own anything.

The Music was loud. People were excited. It was Halloween, after all. If we don't get to take candy's like the North Americans do, we can at least celebrate doing what we, Brazilians, do better. Party All night long. I was in the middle of the dance floor, with my friends. Each one of us had a cup of vodka in hands, and I can tell that we were all drunk. Thanks God we were taking a cab.

"I think We Should Leave." Marina, my best friend, says looking at me a little worried.

"Just five more minutes." I ask, smiling, and drinking the rest of my vodka. "C'mon." I take her by the hand, and we go straight to the bar. I drink one more cup. And then another. And then, one more. I just wanted to be here for my entire life.

And then, the alcohol starts to make more than the effect I wanted. I run to the bathroom, with Marina following me.

"You shouldn't drink that much If you Know You're going to throw up." She says, holding my hair. I don't answer in that moment. I just get up, and go to the sink, to wash my face. I felt my cellphone vibrate in the pocket of my jeans, and I kind of have this feeling it's my mom calling.

"What time is it?" I ask, a little confuse.

"3:45. Why?"

"Nothing. I'm just four hours late." I answer, with a sigh. My mom was going to kill me. "C'mon. Let's get the hell out of here."

20 minutes later, I am in the front door of my house, trying to unlock the door. The taxi was still there, and I knew that Marina wanted to make sure I was okay. I admit. I'm jealous of her. She drank more than I did, and still can think. How does she do that? It's kind of a freaking super power.

So, the door suddenly opens, showing my super-pissed-off mom. Oh, crap. I was screwed.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, VALERIA HELENA CRUZ?" She yells, as I enter the living room, tripping over my own feet. My mom takes a look at my state, and I know it was bad. My hair was all messed up, I smelled like vodka and cigarettes, and I had this huge smile on my face for apparently, nothing. God. I really was screwed. "Have You been drinking? Are you crazy? You're underage, Valerie." I let out a giggle, and go to my room, grabbing clean clothes, and taking my shoes off. "You are four and a half hours late. You didn't answer your phone. I thought you just went eat pizza with your friends."

"I was eating pizza with my friends. But then, we decided to go to the party." I say, entering the bathroom. "I'm fine, Mom. Relax."

"No, Valerie. You're not fine. You broke your promise. I'm gonna talk to your dad. You are in trouble, lady. After taking your shower, go to your room. You're grounded."

I roll my eyes, and take one long and hot shower, praying for my mom forget about this or just leave it alone. I mean, I know, I broke one promise, I get home four hours late, and I'm a little – ok, very – drunk. But that doesn't mean I deserve to be punished. I needed to go to this party next week, cause it looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. And it's openbar.

Ok. Now I'm starting to feeling a little guilty. I mean, I clearly don't want to upset my dad with this, and if he founds out I've been breaking the promise he may not be able to look at me. Ever again. And he's my dad. Never is a really long time. Ok, so now, I should definitely talk to my mom before she tells dad. Tomorrow, he is going to the hospital, so… I think I'll talk to her while he is in there.

I put my clothes on, and turn the lights off, going to my room, and jumping in my bed. Damn, this is really comfortable. I pick up my pillow from the ground, and, thankfully, sleep faster than I thought I would.

(…)

I woke up next morning, feeling a little better, but with a very bad headache. Hangover is the worst thing ever. I sigh, and get up, going into the kitchen. And as soon as I got in there, I knew that I was more than screwed. Shit. My dad wasn't at the hospital. Why wasn't he at the hospital?

"Sit down, Valerie. We need to talk." He says, with a serious look. I sigh, and obey quickly, hoping to be in not too much to trouble. So, he starts to say things like how I broke my promise, and How I lost his trust, and how my friends were a bed example for me, and stuff like that. I just listened, with regret. Maybe I shouldn't have gone to this party.

Oh, you shouldn't? You are so dumb that you deserve to die.

Oh, shut the fuck up, weird voice in my head. And also, get the fuck out, you're not allowed to comment on my life.

Of course I am. I am the good side of you, so I can do or say whatever I want.

No. You can't. You're me, and we're both fucked up, so shut up and get over it. Okay. Am I getting weird? I mean, I am mentally talking to myself. I must be getting insane.

You always were insane.

Oh, shut up you b-

"Valerie? Are you listening to anything I am saying?" My dad asks, angrily.

"Sorry, dad. I have a headache. Oh, screw It. I have a hangover."

He sighs, and looks right at me, like he wanted to kill me while I sleep or something. Okay, my dad was pretty creepy when he wanted to be. "I said, You are going to a boarding school on England."

"What? Oh, Hell No." I answer, smiling. "Is this a joke? Where are the cameras?"

"It's not a joke, Valerie." He says, serious. "You are going next week, and you have no choice."

"No dad, I'm not going. You have cancer, for god's sake. What if you feel sick, and no one's around?"

"This is my problem, Valerie. Not yours." He says, handing me a mug of coffee. "Pack your stuff. The school year there begun a few months ago, but it's okay. You are going to the second year."

"Again? Dad, my second year it's almost finishing." I complain. I mean, do a whole school year again? Kill me now, please.

"This conversation is over, Valerie. It's more than you deserve. At least there I know you won't be in trouble." I stare at my feet, as he leaves the room.

Man, England? Like, really? If it were like two years ago, I would totally go for it, but I'm sixteen. I have life plans. Like study in USP to become a veterinary.

But, if I think a little better… Maybe it's the chance I was looking for to get my grades higher. And maybe, If I could be good enough, I could make into Oxford, and study veterinary there. It would really make my curriculum look better.

It's time for me to do what I do best. Turn a punishment into a way to get what I want.

Or you know, maybe I should just stop breaking the rules. It could work too.

So, I'm Brazilian, and I don't really know how the school works on other countries, so I'm just assuming that she is going to do her second high school year again. And, if I made any language/grammatical mistakes, please forgive me. If is it wrong, just let me know, and I'll change it. And, if you want to know, USP is one of the best colleges here in Brazil. Oh, and before I forget, this voice in Valerie's head it's going to appear often. It's like, one of the weird things that happen to her, and it is involved with the "seeing ghosts" thing that was in last chapter. Hope you guys liked it. (: