Valentine

I just got home from my shift at a local diner. I head home since I don’t have a social life and I don’t have anywhere else to go. I live in a five-story apartment with a minimum of five houses per floor. Mine is on the fifth floor, just so my luck.As I pass by all the other floors, you can sum up what kind of neighborhood I live in.On the first floor, kids are playing everywhere. It may seem rude but these kids are nightmares of our apartment. No one knows how to deal with them, even their parents.For instance, they poured mighty glue all over my door knob. That shit stings.On the second floor, it just happened that a casserole came flying outside a window. It is followed by a series of curses and other not-so-good words.The third floor is the spooky floor. It is occupied, but no one has ever seen its residents. I heard they were relatives. They either leave the house early and come home late or they never really go out. I even thought maybe they are dead in there but there is n

The thought of meeting my father after all these years sent shivers down my spine. It’s a mixture of anger and being terrified of what I can do when I see him; or what he can do when he sees me. The guy in the suite mentioned his head towards one of the red doors. I’m guessing this is where my bastard father is. I followed him reluctantly. Silently praying for my safety, and for my mother’s as well.The guy knocked three times. You can hear the laughter of girls inside that stopped at the sound of the knock. The door was opened by a woman, around five-six feet tall, wearing a very skimpy spaghetti dress that is untied on the back and on the verge of falling out. She smiled at the guy then her eyes moved to me. Her smile faded. I felt like I was being undressed at that very spot.In front, my father is sitting on a half-circle-long couch. His arms are spread on the backrest and his legs are wide open. He’s wearing a suit, but the blazer is resting on the table and his inner long sleeve

I roam my eyes around the beautiful room that is now under my care. It kind of bummed me that it is not connected to Mom’s room but she is just in front of me. I can burst in anytime. “What things would you need? Would you need to go back to your old house to get things?” Colby asked me. My face scrunched as I try to think if I have anything important in my old house. I am thinking of saying a proper goodbye to my work at least. But I still want to continue my studies. “I don’t think I need to get anything except maybe my clothes.” I hesitantly said. “Don’t mind the clothes, sis. You have a walk-in closet here, a jacuzzi, a fireplace, and a bar. Name it, I’ll get it.” he winked. “It’s starting to sound like you are bragging about your status, dear little brother.” I said as I raise my left eyebrow at him. He laughed and raised his hands in defeat. I laughed a little. “I would need to properly leave my work so they can find a replacement. And I would really like to continue my st

Ciara took me to a shooting range. It is not far from the hotel and it seems very popular as a lot of people are inside despite being within office hours on a weekday.“The very first thing you need to know is how to handle a gun properly. Most of our transactions include head-on battles with city police and their main weapon is a gun.” Ciara explain.We settled in a private room. She set up my equipment, the glasses, ear covers, and a vest even though only the two of us is in the room.“Proper handling of a gun is essential, both for safety and effectiveness of using it. Always use your two hands when holding a weapon, unless you are in a situation where you are unable to do so.” She first let me hold the gun with both hands, positioning my finger on the body and noting to never put my finger on the trigger.“Lean forward so your body won’t receive too much recoil when firing. Keep your stance solid and steady.” She said while adjusting my posture and making sure that I maintain a so