Irritatedly, I had to leave and go and look for Roni. My father had interrupted my conversation with the Russo guy. My only way of getting to know him better. I raced down the hospital hallways and through the same door Roni exited from earlier. I was back in the parking lot, but a different one from where we parked the cars or maybe a different side of it because it did not look familiar. “Roni!” I called out, “RONI!” I looked from corner to corner and did not see her. I continued to call out her name as I walked from each car, looking for her. I ran without checking my surroundings until I heard a loud honk. I jumped up and turned around, and saw a car right next to me. “WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING!” the female driver yelled angrily as she swerved around me to continue driving. I quickly rushed out of the way and found Roni sitting on the benches by the end of the parking lot, overlooking the rest of the city. “Show is over, Roni.” I sighed as I approached her. She turned arou
He began to massage me gently, which made me feel some type of way. I found myself slowly tilting my head back and closing my eyes to get a better feel. “You see, you can trust me,” he said in a low voice. Who was this Russo guy? And what was he doing to me? He took his hand lower and lower, and his hand circled my upper chest before he removed his hand away quickly at the sound of the door opening. He cleared his throat and walked away. I quickly glanced at the door and saw Roni walking in. “Russo, give us privacy.” she hissed the minute her eyes landed on him.He nodded and walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him. “Don’t tell me you were talking to him,” she whispered “Talking to who?” I asked“You know who exactly I am talking about.” She answered in an irritated tone. I ignored her and continued to hold onto Mom’s delicate and fragile hands. “Tori, Russo is a dangerous man.” she continued to whisper“You think I am with him. Just because I was abandoned at m
Russo took the biggest step away from me while my father walked into the house. “Alessandro?” my father asked in shock“Eli.” Alessandro? They shook hands, and then my father turned to look at me. He looked confused or shocked. His facial expression was quite hard to read. “Is Roni here?” he asked.Well, good morning to you, too.“No, I haven’t seen her since I left the hospital yesterday. I think she went back home.” I answeredHe simply nodded and then turned to face the Russo guy, who had apparently been named Alessandro. “What are you doing here?” he asked him.“I came in to check on you. I wanted to know how you were doing,” he answered. “Well, how long have you been here?” My father questioned “Not too long. I think I have been here for, like, what, 5 to 10 minutes. Not too long. I just came and then Tori here offered me a glass of water.” he replied. I just stood there in my skimpy pyjamas, basically naked, watching these two elderly men exchanging in conversation. “To
“What is going on?” my father asked as soon as he turned his head around the corner. Russo quickly moved his hand away and looked up at my dad. This was the second time that day my father walked in on us. “I injured my foot, so he was helping me clean it up,” I replied “Is that what all this blood is about?” my father asked“Yep.”“So when is this blood going to get cleaned up?” I looked at my father, puzzled. He completely ignored the fact that my foot was injured and I was in a little pain and discomfort, and he was already looking for me to clean up the rest of my blood in the house like I intentionally went around dripping. I looked over at Russo, who quickly removed the medical gloves and threw in everything back into the first aid kit. “You will be fine,” he said in his normal voice and stood up. I slowly removed my foot off the table and limped around the house to get cleaning supplies to mop away the rest of my blood, leaving Russo and my father to talk. “Since when do
I said my byes to my mother again as I slowly let go of her hands, placed a kiss on her cheek, and then waited for my father to do the same. Then, we stepped out of her room. My father practically ran down the hospital hallways whilst I walked behind him unhurriedly. He turned around and looked at me impatiently, and then, as soon as I was close enough to him, he went back to his sprint. Was he being chased or something?I looked behind me to see if anyone was running after us, but everyone seemed to look at us as if we were lunatics. So, definitely, there was no one following us. It was just my father being his usual weird self. “Tori, hurry up!” he practically yelled the second time he turned around and found me still strolling through the hallways. More eyes glared at us. I felt so embarrassed and wanted to hide when my father started telling me to hurry up in front of all those people. “Sir, no running in the hospital.” some random hospital staff called out to my father as he
“So, how are you, Ms. Carter?” the boy asked as we walked to his car. I slowly dragged my feet to the car, wondering if that would be the best chance to make a run for it. He rushed towards his small car and opened the passenger door quickly, and gestured for me to go in. “What if I wanted to be the driver?” I asked bitterly“Uhh…” he stammered “Loosen up, Mr. Bow Tie.” I sighed “It was a joke.” I climbed into the car and buckled my seatbelt while he closed the door gently and rushed off to the other side, and hopped into the driver’s side. He climbed in and nervously started the engine. The car made some weird cough sound before it finally started. “It takes some time to warm up. I am sorry.” he laughed nervously as he looked at me. I just rolled my eyes. I had no idea what my father planned and I how I even ended up in that situation. “It- It’s a little old. You see, it was my father’s car quite for some time until he handed it off to me when he was upgrading to something coo
I reached outside of the restaurant with everyone’s eyes glued on me like I was crazy. “WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?!” I yelled at them as I continued to run through the parking lot of the restaurant. I was tired of all the stares. I had enough at my failed wedding, more at the hospital, and now there were even more at the restaurant. I was fed up.“CARTER!” someone yelled. I turned around and saw the Bow Tie guy, Stephen, attempting to run after me and catch up with me. I continued to run faster when I noticed him widen his steps, making him get closer to me. “WAIT!” he shouted. I was finally in the main street but no cab wanted to stop for me because to them, I looked like some crazy girl who ran away from her date and did not want to be seen by him. Even in situations that were not my fault, I was the one left to look crazy. So, I continued to jog down the street and realised I got more stares by doing that, so I resulted in just walking speedily. I was able to finally stop a cab
I woke up very early the next morning to the sound of my father having a very loud conversation with whoever it was on the other end of the phone. Then, eventually, I learnt that all the screaming and shouting was him answering a call from someone from the hospital. He spoke so loudly as if he was deaf in one ear or as if he wanted someone outside to hear whatever he was discussing. Then, I heard him marching around the house as if he were part of the army, and then he walked past my bedroom door, and the steps became louder. “TORI!” he called out for me as he banged on my bedroom door. He swung the door wide and came in. He was all sweaty and panting, perhaps from all the yelling and pacing around he did earlier. “GET DRESSED, WE ARE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL. NOW!” he ordered and then marched out of my bedroom, leaving the door wide open. Still feeling exhausted and sleepy, I tiredly rolled out of bed and grabbed my bathing towel and dragged my tired feet to the bathroom. “You can’