I knew it was a game. Damn but a good game it was for as long as it lasted.
"Let me go." I whisper.
He stares at me. His face turning so cold. "Fine." He says letting up on the grip of my arm.
"I'm done playing this game."
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I went back to my apartment after the interview. I couldn't bare the sun on my skin while I was irritated and annoyed at both myself and Mr. Moretti.
Today was exceptionally hot as well. It's early June, definitely too early to be ninety degrees outside. I pulled out a bottle of cranberry juice and poured it into my frosted glass. I walked to a drawer and grabbed a straw. I will only drink juice through a straw.
If I ever die just bury me in cranberry juice and coco puffs. Not even joking.
I sipped on my juice while I stared at the black screen of my tv. My phone dinged, making me instinctively look over at it. The green icon popped up with a message from my father.
Father:
>Anastasia, how was the meeting with Mason?
Who the hell is Mason? Oh- Mr. Moretti, weird father addressed him by his real name.
Fine, daddy.<
>Interesting. Come for dinner Asia, you're mother wants us all here for our monthly dinner.
I didn't bother responding. He knows I would make it whether I wanted to or not. I would never forgive myself if I didn't make it to dinner.
I let out a breath and hopped off the couch. I grabbed my purse and my car keys. I headed out to my parents house so I could chat with mother before dinner.
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After a twenty minute drive I arrived in front of my parents house. It was a modern house, the colors only consisting of black, white and grey. It's a seven bedroom, five and a half bath house. Spacious but close. Plain but decorative. Depends how you look at it.
I put some lip gloss on before finally deciding to exit my car. I take a deep breath before knocking and walking in.
"Mother? Father?" I called out to them but no answer. "Cassie?" I called out for my sister.
"Hold on!" I heard Cassie yell from upstairs. There was a big clunk before my sister made an appearance. "Sorry." She spits out.
Her hair was a frizzy mess. Her shirt was barely on her shoulders and it was tucked into her shorts.
"Make sure Callum is gone before father gets home." I say after looking her up and down once again. Her cheeks glow red.
I walked down the hallway, past the kitchen, past the living room and turned into my parents bedroom door. I knocked before entering. "Mother? I'm coming in." I say softly.
I take a peek to see her sound asleep underneath the covers. I close my eyes before taking a seat next to her. "I love you mamma." I whisper. A single tear trickling down my cheek.
