Semua Bab Bad to the core: Bab 1 - Bab 7

ALICIA Before I knew it, it was time for me to travel to Colombia. I got cold feet; I was stuck between wanting to leave and just staying in New York City with Ms Jones. Ms Jones didn’t want me to go, she kept on telling me that she had a bad feeling about my journey, she kept on having the same nightmare for the whole week—a nightmare about me being chased by a group of men wanting to kill me. It sounded ridiculous to me, thinking that it was just a silly dream that she had due to her overthinking all the time. She tried to convince me to stay but I refused. The ride to the airport was both emotional and awkward. Our rides were always filled with laughter, jokes, and fooling around, but the ride to the airport was nothing like that—it was filled with silence. The ride to the airport was about half an hour, but it felt like the longest ride ever. When we got to the airport it was already dark and was a little bit cold. Ms. jones helped me with my luggage when we got to the airport.

ALICIAThe knock on the bathroom door woke me up. I scanned the room, trying to remember where I was. My back was sore from sleeping on the ladies room’s floor. “Occupied.” I said with a sleepy voice. I unlocked the door and headed to the sink to wash my face. There were two ladies who were taking selfies and admiring themselves in front of the huge mirror that was in front of us. They didn’t pay attention to me. I left them in the ladies' room and left the train station. It was a sunny morning. The streets weren’t as busy as the previous night. There were few people in the streets. The smell coming from the different food stands on the street made me nauseous. The heat from the sun drained the little energy that I had. I had nowhere to go and I couldn’t call Ms Jones, I had left my luggage and phone at the club. I was very hungry and tired. My feet were swollen from walking for hours without shoes the previous night. Roaming the streets was the only thing that made sense to me at t

ALICIAJason jogged around his Porshe and opened the door for me to get in. He looked cold and disgusted. I’m pretty sure it was my outfit that pissed him off. He got on the driver’s side and started the engine. His car smelled just like him. His strong cologne filled the whole car. He didn’t pay attention to me. His eyes were fixed on the road, and the silence that filled the car was very loud. I wanted to confront him right away but his pissed face and that he wasn’t a young boy that I knew intimidated me. He was a grown man now. “What the hell are you doing in Colombia?” he finally broke the silence. “If you hadn’t abandoned me like you did, I wouldn’t be in this shit.” I was pissed. “Wrong answer.” His eyes were still fixed on the road. I ignored him for a few minutes, not knowing what to say. My eyes were fixed on the rare mirror, seeing the tall buildings that we were leaving behind. The car was moving away from the city. The only thing that I was dying to know was where he