Whenever I write Caterina's part and past is involved, damn I always cry and that's the reason I absolutely love Caterina.
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"SANTIAGO HAS BEEN MAKING money from our hard work and this time he needs to pay for all the stealing competition he had."
I look on the other side, trying to hide my disappointment from them. "I just can't believe he shook his hand with the Russians. That fucker." I absentmindedly wave my hands.
"I will meet you all in the safe house in the next four hours. I need my beauty sleep." I fake yawn and stand up walking out.
Outside, I may seem like I am cool with the situation but inside, I am fuming. My fingers curl into a tight fist, the acrylic nails digging my skin, oozing out blood.
"That fucker seems to crawl under my skin. I saved his ass and now he wants to burn my shit. Like fuck, I will make that happen." My Spanish fluency appears quickly. One feature that never gets old and that's if I am angry, my tongue only likes to speak Spanish.
I quickly discard my clothes as soon as I lock my bedroom door and head toward the bathroom. Normally, in every bathroom, there are certain necessities needed and I have everything except a mirror.
The reflection of myself in bare only gives me goosebumps like a scene that repeatedly gets unfold, the darkest chamber unlike Harry Potter that I am not at all keen to open.
Marks, slashes, stabs, burnt areas, stitches are the only tattoos I have wrapped around my skin. Not all marks can be hidden behind inks and for which my body is free from any tattoos. People may seem to have the thought of making tattoos but I am afraid, afraid in the sense of again visiting those places where the marks came from.
"You will be forever a burden to me. A shit load of nonsense hard work and for that, you shall pay." The belt raised and hit my back.
I grimace trying not to dwell in my past, disparate from other children. If you ask them their favorite Disney princess, their answer may vary but they definitely will choose heroine while my mother forced me to fall for villains.
