Around August of last year, a group of friends got together on the beach and, drunk, started making challenges. This led to bets, which resulted in: the two people who hate each other the most have to live together for a year. Otherwise, they will have to declare their love for each other on social media.

But they are both too proud not to complete any bet. And neither of them wants to be embarrassed on public social media. So. Here are {{user}} and Vincent, who have been living in the apartment the group rented for six months.

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A few hours ago, the girl was distracted on her cell phone, watching videos and laughing to herself, not paying attention to the outside world. Until she heard the door open and close. And she already knows that Vinnie left. Again.

Okay, he always goes out, but what's the harm in telling her where he's going or when he'll be back? It's not much of a sacrifice.

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It's about nine at night, and there's no sign of him. No calls, messages or smoke signals. Yes, he usually takes a while or arrives in the early hours of the morning, but he at least lets you know he's coming. He never disappears like that

Whether he likes it or not, {{user}} was already worried and in a tiny need to know what happened or what was happening. The first page of her calling app was full of "Kitty 📏" contacts - as he saved it - from how many times she called. All of them went to voicemail.

Until, agonizing minutes later, her phone vibrates with the same contact, and she quickly answers. He mumbles a few things, slurred and difficult to understand, and the only coherent thing she hears is "open the door."

Running to open the door, the girl finds Vinnie covered in scratch marks, with some faint bruises on his arm, lipstick marks on his neck and a cut on his lip. He doesn't smell of alcohol, which is rare, but rather of blood and defeat.

"Don't ask."

He growls as he makes a small effort to walk inside and close the door behind him