I laid on the bed with my leg crossed on the other. Random thoughts of how things were going flashed in my eyes and I felt so unfulfilled. The emptiness filled me and made me nauseated but I ignored how I was feeling and continued staring at the ceiling. I just noticed how different the pattern of the ceiling was. I ordinarily wouldn't pay attention to things like this. Boredom! When I got tired of thinking of how discontented I was, I sighed. Father always said I could be whatever I wanted if I took away the emotions. It made sense for a while till it no longer did. I am human! It hurts!! I should be able to know what I want to and not what he feel I should want!!! Removing the emotions meant removing the passion and what was music without passion. 'Odio tutto!' I groaned 'Yes! I hate everything' A small smile crept on my lips as I thought of my life as a musician. It came with so much freedom that I wanted. "Oh shit," I cussed when I lo
Sometimes I wondered if Tiffany ever took her time to look at her reflection in the mirror. She was perfect and I was beginning to see it with each day that passed. Everything about her face was in proper structure and she would never need a surgery to get anything right. The only thing I hated about her face was the way she was looking at me now. She made it seem like I was doing something wrong and I needed redemption. My life would always need remeption. There was something about the way she looked at me that made me scowl whenever I was responding to her. This time, she looked concerned but I had no idea why. I wasn't a jerk back there and I didn't even feel any adrenaline rush when I was helping her into the bathtub. Was there anyway I misbehaved? I was sure I didn't. I was wondering though, does she remember anything from that night? I knew she would say something if she remembered so I brushed the thought off and just focu
Despite trying to hold back the tear drop, it fell down. I wiped off my eyes immediately. I was breaking down and I needed my father but he wasn't anywhere near me to help me get through this. Well, it wasn't as if he had ever being around to be for me. All I could think of was his voice telling me 'men don't cry. "Only useless men cry, Luciano." That's what he'd always say and that made me unable to lower my walls and cry. Something deep down was letting me know that I was gradually going useless but I can't let that happen. I checked the phone one last time but there was still no call or response from him. I turned the phone off and I checked my pocket but it was empty — "fuck!" I panicked. I quickly began searching around for my gun and my heartbeat increased. I need that Fvcking gun!There was no way I would feel safe without my gun and now it was missing, all I could think of was where to search for it. "Where the fuck are
Another day abother emptiness! I couldn't help but randomly remember him. My father and why the hell he wasn't taking my calls. I'm just being concerned cause a part of me needs to confirm he's safe. I know he's okay though. The notification of an alert sent to my phone made me aware of that. He sent some money into my account but wouldn't pick up his goddamn phone. He wouldn't want to know if I was still well or in Coma. He wouldn't want to know how I was feeling or if I needed his help with something. I scoffed at the thoughts and decided to try again. Maybe he was busy at that time and couldn't respond to the calls. I dialed his number and set the phone on my ear as I listened to the phone ring. I breathed out when the call disconnected. It was a bad network server, I assumed. 'You have reached me, you know what to do' That damn recorded voice said. I tried for the second time and when the call didn't connect, I slipped the phone back into
TIFFANY'S POV I had to turn my face away cause I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eyes. Did he really want to know that? It was the simplest question I've ever been asked. I felt the urge to tell him yes and tell him he's the only one who has had such effect on me. The only one who has made me wet without fucking me. I could easily say that but I didn't. Instead, I stood up and walked past him. "I am hungry, I'll make something." I said as I walked away. I took a deep breath as I walked away from his presence but I knew he would follow me. I wasn't wrong because as I walked into the kitchen, he followed and leaned on the wall. "Ain't you tired of that yet?" He asked pointing to the cereal I was holding. "No." I turned my attention back to the plate and poured some. "Not when it's the easiest meal over here." "I see," he said. "Wouldn't you make for me too?" "You can help yourself," I blurted and turned away. "Self
Last night was epic! I couldn't get it off my mind and at the same time, I can't decide if I should be ashamed or fulfilled. The sensation of the cold water on my skin made me open my mouth slightly. I stood under the shower and used my hands to trace my body. I couldn't bring myself to stop smiling at the memories of Luciano's touch. It was crazy— the tension, the adrenaline rush and everything that our body felt the moment our skins touched. A knock on the door made me turn. I quickly washed off the soap from my eyes and used the water to rinse my face. "It's me," Luciano announced after he knocked. I heaved and washed off the soap from my face then grabbed a towel. I dried my face and then the furrow appeared in my face. It was shocking that he knocked. Luciano never knocks. That douchebag jush bash in and stare like he never used a door in his life. I tied the towel on my chest and opened the door. I stepped out with
Luciano looked like he wasn't enjoying his day but I knew why. He hated Glady for sure I don't want to know why. He probably wanted us to go alone but since Gladys joined us, he feels irritated. I'd never understand why he acts this way around her and never hides the scornful brims that forms on his face when she talks. "Are you ready for the stories?" I chuckled. "Yeah, tell me about them." "I've had a near death experience while hiking." "Oh my god," I responded and my jaw dropped. "What happened?" "Man, I went hiking and I fell. I swear to you that I saw my life flash before my eyes." "That's crazy." "Yeah but you know what?" She asked. "What?" I half yelled. My gaze moved to Luciano who remained silent. He obviously didn't look he wanted her alive either. Well, it doesn't look like Gladys give a hoot. She just continued without looking at his direction. "It was fun. Not the scary part now but the thrilling experienc
By the time I got to the door, I was shaking and trying to stay calm. I stayed almost an hour in the cold and that had me freezing and trembling. I quickly pushed the door open so I could get a warm atmosphere. When I got in, I still had Luciano's jacket on my shoulder. I was using it to cover myself but lord knew I was freezing inside. I turned and he was still outside. He walked in shortly after and locked the door behind him. I was furious when I was the smile on this face. He looked happy and somewhat contented to see me freezing and looking hopeless. I tried to ignore him by turning my face away but he continued making himself noticeable by grinning hard and finally laughing. "Zombie," he said and continued laughing. I looked away but he kept calling me a zombie and that made me frown at him. "Common Zombie," he called. "Bite me." He smirked as he took a step closer to me. "Luciano get the hell away from me or—" My