𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁[𝗻𝗲𝘆𝗺𝗿 𝗷𝗿.]

𝟰. 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿

aliyah : i might like to warn you folks, don't get offended by the sarcasm used in this chapter, just read it for fun and relax, it's fiction.
also, the language translates are from google so feel free to correct them.

𓁹Kiara's pov𓁹

I wake up soaked up in sweat during the early hours of the morning. I calm myself from the nightmare I had. Half telling myself this isn't going to be true. I make my way out of the bed carefully so that Penelope doesn't wake up.

I go to the kitchen to find the peacefulness contradicting my mind's state. I sigh as I open the refrigerator and start chugging down the water to quench my thirst.

I then go to the backyard, the cool breeze hitting my warm body. My arms wrap around my body as I absentmindedly gaze at the tiny floating chunks.

When reality starts hitting me I sense myself getting angry and irritated.

I then grab my purse from the now cold dining table and some random car keys. It's not that they would care anyway. I speed up the car through the alleyways as I notice there's hardly anyone present. Just the music and car's roars fill the atmosphere.

I park the car and rush into my apartment, changing my clothes into workout ones. I make my way towards the elevator but then decide against it by taking the stairs. I tie my hair into a high ponytail as I walk into the gym.

I need to loosen up a little.

The boxing bag was my lost resort as the agony was unbearable. I start punching and kicking the synthetic bag.

After 15 minutes or so I take a break and settle on the gym floor. My body, now all sticky and sweaty from the previous event. I unlock my phone to see several texts from my mom and dad asking about my whereabouts which I ignore.

I start scrolling through my music playlists when I received a call with no tag. Strange. This was my private number and only a few people had it. I decide to answer it and my end of the line goes silent.

I wait for the caller to reveal themselves. After a minute or so I sigh and proceed to end the call. Only then the caller starts to speak making my body tense a bit.

"Cómo estás? ¿Podemos hablar ahora mismo?" A deep voice says.
(how are you? can we talk right now?)

"Oh, sí habla con un completo extraño a las 4 de la mañana que agradable," I reply sarcastically.
(oh yes talking to a complete stranger at 4 in the morning how pleasing.)

The caller at the other end sighs.

"¿Qué te hace llamar amor en esta hora piadosa?" I ask through gritted teeth.
(what makes you call at this godly hour love?)

"Oh did I tell you? Your spanish accent amuses me. So we are getting somewhere,I see, amor." His tone was mocking.

"Responde a la maldita pregunta!" My tone getting a bit venomous. (Respond to the damn question!)

"What makes me call at this hour?" He pretends to think and then chuckles softly. "The timezones." He answers. "I apologize amor if I interrupted your precious beauty sleep."

I huff.

"Someone's grumpy." He says with amusement.

"No merida Sherlock.¿Quieres saber qué más puede hacer este malhumor?" (no shit Sherlock. Want to know what else can this grumpiness do?")

"Mhm-hmm, recuérdame preguntarte eso en 12 horas." (Remind me to ask you that in 12 hours.)

"¿12 horas? ¿Por qué? en 12 horas vas a morir?" A humorless laugh escapes my lips.
(12 hours? Why? In 12 hours are you going to die?")

"Si muy diverted." He says without any hint of humor in his voice. (Yes,very funny.)

"Seems like someone doesn't like jokes." I reply enjoying his irked state.

"Seems like someone doesn't know how to joke." I could sense he was smirking.

"And someone lacks brains to understand them." I reply with a satisfied tone.

"Well, " He starts, completely ignoring the little banter. "Unfortunately, I am expected to see you at the Jacquemus event in New York which is on Sunday I think, " He pauses. "and you are expected to pick me up at the NYC airport in 12 hours, amor." He says in a sickly sweet tone.

"What makes you think I am actually going to do it?" I ask still annoyed by his existence.

"I think so?" He chuckles "I know so."

I remain silent.

"Well, I need to go and prepare myself before our little meeting so excuse me."

I acknowledge it with a nod thinking he could see me, he sighs and ends the call.

Well someone needs to make a grave and bury me with this punching bag after I'm done with it.

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