Highschool Clichés

~Chapter 36~

The news about my mother's death was all over the news by the next morning. In our little, quiet town, this was a major revelation that forced most people to willingly turn to the Channel 7 broadcast. Especially, when the way my mother died was just the most cruel thing our town has seen for more than 50 years.

It wasn't to say that our little town has no recordings of criminal activities, but living in a town as small and remote as Brawn Ranch Creek, it was just too shocking to ignore. The people here are friendly enough where we're use to things like petty theives and robbers. Not murderers.

Channel 7 News reported that Christina's hands and feet were bounded with thick ropes. Her whole face was ducktaped, with her shirt torn down the middle, and her skirt and underwear were a few feet away from her body. The reports also said that her whole body was covered in cuts and bruises and that she lost a lot of blood. She was shot eleven times.

Not even the details of her death drew tears, and I seriously considered going to a councilor or some shrink to see if that was normal.

I felt absolutely nothing. Numb. Like it wasn't my mother's picture on the screen right now with the reporter's all playing a guessing game as to who would be so cruel to do this horrible crime. Not even the monotonous voice of Karen Mitchell, of Channel 68 News, spilling even more gory details couldn't bring me to feel like I had lost someone that I cared for... loved. It just simply was not true. So why should I feel any remorse for what happened to her? I wouldn't wish it on anyone, for sure, but that didn't mean I'd be forcing my tear ducts to squeeze any tears from my eyes.

But what really had me thinking was the way she died. It didn't take a genius to know that this was personal. My mother's killer had a vendetta against her, something so bad, that it pushed them to take her life. My stuck-up, wicked, selfish mother. And I know just the person who might be willing to go to those limits.

I waited the whole day before I made my move. I didn't even bother going to school today. Seth and Brenna kept ringing and texting my phone, but I refused to acknowledge their messages. I knew that if I talked to them, I would have changed my mind to the crazy as hell plan that I'm about to go through.

I look at the time, seeing that it's half past one, and time for me to put my plan into action. I peeked out the window, seeing that people were no longer outside, but decided not to take any chances walking out the front door.

People have been coming over to offer half-assed condolences and apologies out of politeness since the story had been aired. I knew that it wasn't because of my mom being a kind, loving, caring and over all great person. She barely was even here to talk to anyone, and besides, she only cared about keeping up with appearances and making sure that everyone knew she was better off than them. Even if her source of income wasn't the honest way.

Once I saw the cost was clear, I sped walked to my car and jumped in heading off to my destination to find the man that has been making my life a living hell since I met him.

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I drove to the club that I met Dimitri's brother at for the first time. It was empty and lifeless, which is to be expected since it's not even five in the evening yet. I walk over to the lady at the bar wiping down the counter. She looks up upon hearing my footsteps and raises an eyebrow at me. "We're closed."

I shake my head, taking a deep breath. "I'm not here for a drink or anything. I'm actually looking for someone."

She looks me up and down before throwing her head back, laughing. I stand there with my brows furrowed, confused. She stops and shakes her head, her pink, curly hair bouncing at the movement.

"Ricky definitely hit a new time low..." She mutters under her breath, probably hoping I didn't hear her, but I did.

Who the fuck is Ricky?

"Look, Ricky isn't available to see any of his bitches right now," she says, her lips curling in disgust.

I look at her like she's crazy. "I'm not here to see, Ricky-who ever that is. I'm looking for Dimitri Luciano." My words cause her to laugh again, only harder this time. The pink-haired, green-eyed lady with her whole face covered in piercings leans across the counter to me, her eyes hard. "So you want the big boss, eh? What for?"

I roll my eyes at her, lifting my chin. "That's none of your business."

"Damn right it ain't," she laughs again, "you have some nerve coming in here asking for that man, little girl. Some real god damn balls, but if I were you, I'd stay away."

I shrug, not caring about anything she has to say. I've already heard this before. I'm only here for one thing, and that's to get this man to reconsider and leave me the fuck alone.

"Look, just tell me if you know where I can find him, or I leave and go ask someone else." I said, getting impatient. She eyes me for a few seconds more, contemplating if she should really tell me or not.

Finally, she nods her head in the direction of the stairs around the corner of the shelf filled with liquor. "He's in the office. First door on the right."

I nod, turning on my heels to find him. Once I reached the office door, I close my eyes giving myself a mental pep talk before going in. If I'm going to fave this man who thought he controlled my future, might as well be prepared.

I knock three times, waiting for his gruff, deep voice to tell me to come in. I gasp when the door opens to reveal the last person I was expecting to see.

"Naomi?"

She simply smirks at me, opening the door wider for me to come in. I do so timidly, my mouth still agape. I stare at her as she closes the door, taking in her almost white, blonde hair up in a high ponytail with dramatic makeup. She has on a tight-fitting, silky looking silver dress that cascades down her body like it was made for her. Not to mention her signature sky high heels.

"Ah, so you finally decided to pay me a visit."

I tear my eyes away from Naomi to look across the room to Dimitri's brother, Domani. I force myself to look into his eyes instead of staring at that ugly scar, but that turned out to be a bad idea.

"I'm not here to see you." I said, getting straight to the point.

"Oh?"

"No."

"Then who are you here to see, mi amor? Did you not tell the bartender that you needed to speak with me?"

And then it clicked. Naomi doesn't know that he has a twin. No one can know. I don't even want to know how he knew I was having a conversation with the pink-haired bartender-much less knew what I said.

I curse under my breath hoping to all hell I didn't give anything away. Dimani gives me a devious smirk before motioning with a finger for Naomi to come closer. She does so gracefully in her high heels, and takes a seat on his lap. He mutters something in her ear, making her giggle and nod, standing before making her way out the door.

"Now, let's get down to business."

I scoff, "Not with you."

"Oh, I know, mi amor," he says with a weird smile on his face, like he knew something I didn't. "I'll be honored to take you to him."