4: I can be your levy collector

This can't be happening but I know it's happening. Who the heck am I trying to fool? I am going to leave Florida and live with Luciano.

  "Perfect!" I muttered as I began to go through the contacts on my phone.

  Not even someone I can call.

 Call me a loner but I hate friends, I don't see anything they do other than getting people involved in things they don't want to do. 

 Looking out my window reminds me of what I want but don't need to do. I need to call my boyfriend, even if it's to tell him that it's over I just want to get that shit off my neck.

  Walking back to my bed I picked up my phone name walked out of my room. I made sure to tip-toe past Luciano's room, you won't imagine how embarrassed I was leaving the car yesterday.

  That was dirty I know but Luciana started it. The fact that he was watching me for a while as I do those naughty things calling his name freaks me out. Worst still, I will have to be stuck with him for a while.

  Turning back, I head to my stepfather's room. If I can talk to him in person, at least I might be good enough to be able to rent an apartment alone.

  "This better works".

 Fixing my hair with my fingers, I smiled and practiced how to make a sad face but it all ended weirdly. Damn! I hope I am not going to be another disappointment.

  I feel it's creepy but at the same time like a spy kind of thing. In front of my Dad's door is a very small camera. I hate it, I actually hated it for the first few months we arrived until now, I always make sure to smile at it whenever I am in front of his door.

  After knocking for the third time now, I waited for a little and still no response.

  "Hey, Dad" I looked into the camera "It's me, Tiffany, of course, you can see me, can we talk?" I asked in a whisper.

  Looking around to make sure Luciano isn't spying, I lived closer to the door and whispered.

 "Can we talk in private?".

 You never can tell when you have an Italian brother who is as hot as hell. He sneaked into my room when I was... let's not talk about that now. But still, what makes you think he won't want to snoop around to know my next move?

  "Daddy? It's Tiffany, I don't want to ask for money or nag that I want a car, I just want to talk to you please".

  That's it! One of the reasons I hate my stepdad is he doesn't answer you need him just like now.

  I know what I am about to do is highly prohibited but I did it anyway, I twisted the handle of my father's door, and still locked. I am sure he is in there, he might just don't want to see me but I have to, for pity’s sake, I will be leaving with Luciano soon and I can't stand it, not now.

  Pissed I walked back into my room.

  Damn!

 I want to scream! To punch something!! To bite something!!!

 I can't break my phone for the third time this month I made sure to place it down safely. My fingers when into my hair and I pulled, hard and harder.

 Although it hurts but it won't be compared to what I will pass through I have to live with Luciano. Can you imagine the embarrassment?

 Grabbing one of my pillows and hugging it tightly, only one thing kept ringing through my mind. I just want to do something like.... biting hard on the pillow, I made sure to cover my whole face and scream.

 I screamed again, and again until I became tired of thinking. Getting off my bed, I hugged myself as I jumped on it, breathing hard, I moved my hair off my face and sighed.

  "Getting angry is really exhausting!" I panted "I still need to talk to...".

 What was that?

 I stopped breathing for a while just to listen to the sound but it didn't happen again. Shoving it off, I shrugged and went back to fixing the clothes I was doing about an hour ago. Going to college in the UK has always been my dream and I don't want to forget anything, not when...

  Again, the same sound!

I am not sure but I know it's a gunshot. That didn't sound like a mistake as it sounded twice! Freaking twice!!!

  Shaking, I grabbed my phone and began to type my father's number. I need to go out but if I can tell him to remain in his room, Luciano can take care of himself for all I care.

  I know it's crazy but finding myself in front of my room made me feel like some white girl you find in a horror movie. I know the danger is out there, I have nothing but my phone as I am dressed in an overshirt and bica shorts. Matter of fact, I am not even putting on any footwear and that won't be nice if I have to run.

  'You have reached the voice message, how can I help you?

  My stepfather's voice repeated for the fourth time. This is starting to freak me out now, especially when I just passed Luciano's room and found it open.

  I know I kinda hate him and sometimes wish him dead but...

  "Dang it!".

 Rolling my eyes as if I am being forced, I walked back to Luciano's room. I haven't seen it inside and I have never imagined what it would look like but, I think it's nice.

 No pictures, just his dull black wall paint, white bed, and a white cabinet. His phone was placed in the middle of his neatly arranged bed same with a short note beside it.

  'Long time no see.

 "what the duck?".

 I bet this should be a prank or some kind of mistake because I don't think any of this is real.

  "Is this supposed to be a joke or not?" I snapped as I picked up Luciano's phone.

 Yeah, I am blushing.

 Who won't? I can't help but blush really hard when I discover my annoying stepbrother made my picture his wallpaper.

  "This is nice".

 "Yea it is".

 I looked back to see a total stranger staring at me. He looks more like an assassin, black blazer, blue eyes, jet-black hair, and black gloves. With a smile on his evil look face, he raised his left hand to cover his eyes with black eyeglasses.

  "Who are you?" I asked.

 Even with his covered eyes staring at me, I know what I am about to do is a very bad idea but I just want to do it anyway. I raised my phone and rushed to my social media account, starting a live video, I turned the camera towards him.

  I was expecting to see him still standing there and yeah he is. Standing there with a shotgun now pointing at me.

  "Call me the levy collector, Tiffy" He smirked "Let me do my job" he added.