Chapter Three

ADRIANA'S POV

WHICH beat more lightly, the drizzling rain or my fickle heart?

To a much greater relief  I would pick my heart. It felt so much better coming back and finding the end if the stairway empty meant at  least that I was not a murderer just yet as I walked to my room dropping the drugs I  had just gotten from the pharmacy on the table.

 I watched as the rain beat lightly against my window as I padded my way to the bathroom leaving my trail of clothing on the ground.

Soon the only sound that filled the room was the one faucet as warm water matted my hair to my shoulders.

I walked out soon enough and for a minute I took my time to look around again in room, it felt different from how I had left it and I couldn't quite place the reason why, 

I shrugged to myself before putting on a thick cardigan and pulling out my laptop with my headset buzzing away to cool music while I went through my  Expert first level hacking program.

It was the other thing  I spent my time on, downloading apps from the illegal website and chatting with the regular con artists beginners who were regularly sending me private emails.

All I through that while I was yet to make any big hit yet, call it self restraint or perhaps I still had a good mother talking manners into my head despite being in her sick bed.

Already,  I was feeling the humiliation of having to face her as a stripper but with the way things were going astray I knew all I needed was a single nudge not even a push to dive into the ocean of crime and drown in it.

After trying out some samples and cloning apps I would sell out on a cheap  I yawned as my eyelids fluttered.

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep immediately. My head touched my pillow, I guess I must have been so tired deep down inside of me.

Light streamed through the window and for a minute I thought that it had rained the previous day.

I laze myself around the bed for a while mumbling before getting myself out of bed and walking to the bathroom to wash my face.

I tried running my mind through the event I had for that day, and the top on the list was getting to work and stripping my soul out to those perverts.

As I walked back again to the room I got that weird feeling again something was odd or perhaps out of place, my first notion was to check around and good thing the sun was all up to help me.

The first thing that drew my attention was the waste bin that I had used for tissues and condoms. I might not have noticed it first when I walked in yesterday but I always did at times when I got back from work.

Amy had a fetish or should I say habit of having friends over who used my room for sex whenever I was away and despite warning her on several occasions she just wouldn't just stop her sick friends.

My attention was drawn to the safe at the side of the mirror, I could not remember touching it the previous day but it seemed as though it had in a way been tampered with.

I walked up to it praying deep down that was not the case but not even when I tried opening it didn't it open.

My heart beat against my chest as I tried to force it open. I could feel the fear, anxiety and other feelings of despondency flash through my mind.

When I finally got it opened it was all empty with a note that had  "thank you!"  

I was driven to insanity immediately, right in it was my savings all those while for mother's medical bills.

I broke down crying for a minute before walking up to Amy's door and barging against it.

When she opened I went straight for her pulling her hair as we both rolled against the ground as she kicked crazily.

"Tell your crazy friends to bring back my money." I kept screaming at the top of my voice.

I felt my hands involuntarily reaching for her throat and clenching round her thin neck as I gagged her.

"What the hell are you doing?" My stepfather pulled me away as I fell with my ass to the ground.

I got up to continue assaulting her but he held me back as Amy folded her knee to her chest, staying as far away from me as possible. She could be older but I was stronger.

"What came over you two ?" He demanded.

"She…Her." I tried speaking.

"Enough!" His voice stormed in my ears.

"To your room!" He pointed to the direction of the door.

"But?" I tried speaking but I could see the rage in his eyes.

I slammed the door, listening as he comforted her as I made my way to the room.

"Assholes."  I cussed under my breath crying some more.

My eyes caught the credit card on my dresser, I had waited for that one push but didn't know it would happen this way.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and reached out for my laptop again running the application.

"Massimo Grey,  sorry whoever you are, I just have to do this."

When I hacked first into the card I was surprised at how much money was in it, it was enough to take care of the bills and even get another house as I had always wanted.

I typed half of the amount in it and waited fora while before deleting and typing the full amount in it.

If one  wanted to do these things, one had to be smart about it and finish it in one final blow.

I clicked send and waited…patience they say is virtue but not when it comes with anxiety.