Chapter 4

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Nicole's POV:

after watching johnny for a little bit i looked back over to the guy that walked in. i took just a small glance nothing major, i could feel his eyes burning holes into my skin, or what my mother would say "a trashy sketch book."

a few moments later johnny was done with the tattoo. he cleaned it and wrapped it, we walked up front so that i could pay and tip him while paying jennifer was all over johnny.

i wanted to throw up in that moment but i kept a straight face. after i paid i tipped johnny and walked out. saying thank you. i can still feel that guys eyes on me, i didn't like it at all.

i drove back to my apartment while getting yet again another phone call from my mom, i answered the phone while walking up the stairs to go to the elevator. the first thing she asked was about my tattoo and i sent her a picture of it of course when i walked into my apartment .

i knew it would piss her off because the kind her her voice was almost hysterical. "DEAR GOD NICOLE WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ?!!?."

well what the hell does it look like are you blind ? "it's just a skull with horns mom chill out. you sound like your going to die. it's funny to be honest" god she's so annoying.

"Nicole i swear you need to take things serious more often."

no mom i don't, you just need to relax. "okay yeah whatever. but why'd you call? again? this is weird." very weird.

"well your father and i want you to come for dinner tonight. we both got early off tonight we didn't have anymore cases. so stop by the house and come have dinner please. we miss you."

i hated dinner with my parents, mainly my mom she always complains about something, mostly my tattoos or they leave because of work. it's so dumb. but like always i responded

"yeah sure i'll come what time do i need to be there?" i hate this already why didn't i just cut them off when i got the chance too.

she told me 7:30 at the latest. and hung up the phone with no goodbye.

she was obviously mad but i didn't say anything i just let it go. she's always mad about something and it's tiring to hear. i flopped down on the bed and shut my eyes for a little bit...or what felt like a little bit

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