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V I O L E T T E
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I had always grossed in the fear of my father's wrath, he wasn't a man of patience when it came to family. He had already made the mistake of being lenient towards their safety, and everybody knows where that led them.
The truth was my mother was the only constant in his life, the constant love, the constant anchor, and the constant peace in the war his mind went to each day. She was the only battle weapon that he owned, that didn't help him shed the blood of others. It was the other way around, she helped him off his knees so he can return home to her each day where his world revolved around listening to the silent thumps of her heart which belonged to him.
The phone fumbled in my palm as I could hear him on the other side of line.
"Violette." He breathed out in a sigh as he was rather disappointed in me than angry.
"I'm sorry dad, I had left my phone at the office in a rush." I reasoned as I could hear the gentle whisking of the glass of scotch in his hand. He enjoyed his poison hard and neat.
His words were always dangerous, but his silence was deathening.
"I'm well aware Violette, but you know your perimeters. Your safety overrules the rest, and I just hope you won't be as careless as you were today." I sigh knowing even though his words are not all directed towards me, he still would go paranoid if I were to have the decency to repeat the same mistake twice in a row.
"Mi dispiace padre." I breathed out.
[translation: I'm sorry father.]
"Take care Violette, ti amo." He spoke and cultured me in his sweet words that he spoke of in rare occasions.
[translation: I love you.]
"Ti amo padre."
[translation: I love you father.]
With those last words, the line on the other end died and left me restless.
A little dazed, I rounded my kitchen to the overdriven pasta water. With a little cleaning, I drained the most of the pasta water before whipping up one of my mother's favorite's. I missed her cooking and head massages. That woman was heartbroken, but her love for all was hard to rot. She was a gift that kept giving even when it had nothing of value to gift, until there was nothing of hers to claim as hers.
The sky painted itself in several hudes of purple as the sun bid the city a goodbye in the most erotic way possible just so the moon could swell in its dark fantasies once more, corrupting its innocence once more. The most terrifying thought lurked around the corner of my mind which consisted of nothing one could confess to a priest, but everything one could confess to their lover.
He was no knight in shining armor, he was a grey eyed devil in disguise. But, I was so intrigued to know his story. I wanted to know who was behind those cultured and well groomed business suits. I wanted to know who Ruben was without the Efrain taunting in the bag with its heavy weight. Was he just as perfect? Who am I kidding, he was a mistake in the disguise of a blessing.
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The night concluded its term as the sun blamed the blue sky for running to Hades at night just for its pleasure.
I prompted myself to my morning schedule, before skinning myself into a black bodycon that hugged me in the most pleasurable way possible, showcasing me as a piece of painting in a museum for people to gawk upon. I pulled my black raven hair back with a clip before slipping on my charcoal heels.
I gathered my belongings, remembering the communicating device that was capable of getting me on a flight back home to my protective father who would await to teach me a lesson at the door of our house.
Clipping the watch around the perimeter of my wrist, I made sure the apartment was left protected of its belongings.
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The familiar route was taken to work, where I was prepared to meet the absence of my boss again. A fluttering sensation rang through me as we reached in front of the dominating piece of architecture that left me in awe every single time without any effort.
"Have a good day Ms.Rossi." Gavrill wished which I too replied with a smile and a simple 'you too'.
Relishing the last bit of fresh air, I stepped into the building and headed towards the private elevators. The receptionist gave a polite curt of her head before resuming to her work on the huge digital screen displayed in front of her.
As I entered the elevator doors, all but for sure the feeling of being breathless was still there. As the metal doors whipped open, I was instantly greeted with the similar scenery of yesterday. The only prominent difference was the shadows lurking behind my boss's office which could only mean one thing indeed, he was in office today.
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