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Anastasia Lenkov wants to live a normal life as a nurse after escaping her old, brutal life. But her past keeps catching up with her. She is on the run from the Russian mafia, because her father, the boss, will n...
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I slipped one hand out from under the covers and hit the beeping alarm clock on my nightstand.
The alarm clock fell silent, I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. How am I supposed to get through this day with only a few hours of sleep?
Slowly I straightened up and stretched. My feet slowly made contact with the cold floor and I waddled to the bathroom.
I took my toothbrush from a cup on the sink and looked in the mirror. My black, curly hair looked disheveled and dark circles were clearly visible under my eyes.
I lifted my hand and ran it through my hair. As the hair fell to the side, I caught a glimpse of my slightly faded scar. It stretched from my ear to just above my eyebrow and I hated it. Another reminder of my past.
Nothing that you could not cover with a little make up. It was a stupid coincidence that you could see it yesterday, but the rain loosened the make up on it. I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face and took care of my hair.
After getting completely ready in the bathroom, I went back to my bedroom, grabbed a sweater and sweatpants from my closet, and changed. I have to wear my work clothes to work anyway, so it doesn't matter what I wear on the way there and back.
I sighed and went back to the bathroom now dressed to cover my dark circles and the scar with some concealer.
I looked at the clock and rushed to my kitchen and grabbed a slice of toast. My gaze stopped at the trash can. A sleeve of my bloodstained white sweater from yesterday was hanging out, I sighed and stuffed it fully back into the trash can.
I opened the small refrigerator and frowned. Empty.
With the slice of toast in hand, I grabbed my bag and hurried to my apartment door. I let my gaze wander around my apartment and it fell on the note from yesterday on my table.
I should have made him feel guilty so I could take all his money and buy myself masses of food. I scoffed, closed the door and locked it.
My quick footsteps echoed in the stairwell as I made my way towards the front door of the apartment complex in that early morning.
When I stepped outside, a light breeze blew towards me. The sun was just rising and everything glowed slightly orange. My gaze immediately wandered to the side to see a familiar face.
"Mornin' Johnny." I mumbled to the man sitting on the floor.
He yawned and slowly looked up to where I was standing. He doesn't seem to have slept much either.
His weary gaze locked on me and his expression brightened, "Hello Freya, how's my favorite girl?"
I smiled down at him and reached out to give him my toast, "As always, any news?"
He reached for the toast and bit into it, "Nothing else has happened since the big scary men left."
I nodded at him, "The next time someone asks you about something that has to do with me, you will be quiet, yes?"
