The Russian mafia princess and the Italian mafia king. It's a wise old mafia tale: they are each other's biggest competitor, but the heart doesn't see competition it just sees love... sometimes.
Sometimes the darkness just needs some light and the...
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When I planned this book a Opal chapter honestly wasn't in the cards, but I think we deserve to know what's going on in that gorgeous brain of hers
*tw this chapter talks about depression/ eating disorder/ bullying/poor mental health etc*
"This has been a nice break, but I have to get back to studying, bye guys!"
Grabbing my pillow, I stuff my face into it and just "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I can't blame her, it's not her fault, but I fell for her. Every person that I've been with has ended up using me whether it be to get close to my mom, for my money or body.
But Katerina was different; she saw me for myself, and she didn't run in the opposite direction, she ran towards me and showered me with love.
Falling in love with her was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after I had spent time drowning, even though I was seconds away from dying just one moment of her made me feel alive again. With her by my side I truly felt like I could conquer the universe, even if someone were trying to crush me, I knew she would breathe new life in me.
I guess it is my fault, I mean she's straight- painfully straight at that I knew she would never look at me as more than a best friend. But I continued to pray under a false pretense that one day she would grab my hand and kiss me slowly leading to a long-lived love affair filled with bottomless vodka martinis, dance battles, and sex... lots and lots of hot and dirty sex.
Love... I genuinely think Katerina Inavov is my soulmate, that once in lifetime can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, World Series kind of stuff they talk about in movies that's how I feel about her. But sometimes in life the person we love the most in the world just doesn't love us back, no matter how much we want them to.
*Ring*
Coming out of my thoughts I open my front door and standing there is Daisy with a 7/11 bag filled with Ben & Jerry's, lollipops, chocolate, and other junk food.
"In order for you to get the bag you have to invite me in with the bag, we're a 2 for 1 deal we don't come separate."
Staring at her for a good 2 minutes I told her to come in, it's so crazy that I've only known Daisy for about 2 months, and she knows me so well, because I would have slammed the door in her face if she just came over to talk. Sometimes a bitch just wants to wallow in misery and be pitiful by herself. I mean how am I supposed to feel sorry for myself if every few minutes my friend keeps chiming in with "how amazing I am" like now is not that time for positive affirmations.
But I can't say no to my boys Ben and Jerry. UGH FUCK YOU DAISY and your snacks.
Leading her up to my room Daisy sits on my bed and pulls out trashy magazines from her bag.
"Ok so normally I don't believe a word these magazines say but I agree with 'People' I think Khloe did take Tristen back" Daisy said while staring at the cover of a People magazine.
