Diamond in the Making

25. Cadillac Spies

As a teenager, you live for secrets and the gossip about everything that doesn't involve you. These things are what feed immaturity. The untold truth is what leads to rumours and doubtful thoughts.

When only a few people knew the secret, it became more interesting. You'd leave everyone else in a field of unknown. This would give you a sense of empowerment but over time this turns to insecurity. Then you acknowledge everyone and realize secrets are meaningless. If it's meant to be known then, there's not doubt, it will be known.

I woke up in the unfamiliar room with a pounding headache as the room spun around me. My eyes tried to focus on the nightstand, the ceiling, the window, just anything but that didn't stop my head from spinning. Fuck, I don't think I've been this hungover since I was a teenager.

Suddenly, the door flew open and in came little miss sunshine.

"Good morning sleepy head," Roman said cheerfully.

I squinted and rubbed my tired eyes unsure of what I was seeing. Roman drank more than I did last night but he's back to normal.

I sat up on the bed, beginning to put my high heels back on. My gaze landed on my hands. On the left, I had stacks of rings which had blood between every crack. The diamonds glistened as always only now I saw crimson red beneath the shine.

My right hand was decorated in purple bruises while some of my own blood seeped through my busted knuckles. Stretching my hand was a struggle. Well this isn't gonna be good for business. I know what I did last night was foolish but Ian pushed me over the edge. He was just being an ass and I didn't expect that from him.

As if anticipating this, Roman tossed a bag of frozen peas onto the bed next to me.

"Thanks," I muttered through my raspy voice.

"Oh someone's not a morning person," he said rolling his eyes. "Or should I say afternoon person."

My attention shot to him "what time is it?"

"It's 1:00."

"Fuck," I said now rushing to put my shoes on. The day is practically over but I do feel well rested.

"Are we in a hurry?" He asked with raised brows.

"We aren't, I am."

I stumbled to my feet almost losing my balance. I blocked the sunlight with my hands as I made my way outside to my car and Roman followed behind me.

As soon as I unlocked my car, Roman climbed into the passenger seat.

"So diamonds," he said with a sly smile as he  threw around his dumb nickname for me. "Where are we heading?"

I didn't even start the car before I turned to him. "What the fuck are you doing? Go back inside the house. I'm in no mood to watch you today," I said as if I was speaking to a child.

"I thought we could hang out. We're friends right?" He said with a playful smile.

"No we're not friends right now," I said as I began to take off my bloody rings and placed them into the cup holder. I could see me and Roman being friends after last night, I mean he's fun to be around but I haven't been awake long enough to put up with him today.

I put on a pair of sunglasses attempting to scare the sun away. My right hand sat in my lap with the peas on top as I relied on my, less coordinated, left hand to handle the driving.

"Do you want me to drive?" Roman asked with a childish smile.

"No, definitely not."

I started driving towards my apartment but I was ready to stop at any drug store I saw along the way. I needed to wrap my hand up because I couldn't have people see this, what would that make of my reputation?