The Rushed

Who is she?

"My name is Antonio Golia, nice to meet you princess." The kid introduced himself. The other kid looked brave but respectful, "Oscar," he put out his hand. "Noella," I shook his hand. "Sorry to bother you miss, we were just about to leave anyways we just needed suits," Oscar grabbed his bag and his friends and before he left.

"Why apologise?" This tall dark hair man with ocean blue eyes stopped Oscar. I didn't know if the kid was in harm but I just waited. "Get whatever you want, bother whoever you want, but never apologise dear brother," The tall guy patted Oscar's shoulder. "We were just leaving actually," Laura tried pulling my hand so we could leave but I didn't move. "Why? We came here to get dressed right?" I smiled at Laura. "Noel-" she looked worried as if he was gonna hurt her.

"Listen to your friend and leave," The tall guy looked furiously into my eyes. "No, we came here to get dresses....we aren't leaving," I squinted my eyes at him. "Be careful who you talk to-" he raised his hand at my but I caught it before it could hit my face. "I think you should be careful," I pulled myself closer to him as my waist touched his and I whispered, "Respect me, I'll respect you......Or else imma be the biggest bitch you've met," i pulled him away and smirked.

"Romero let's go," Oscar rolled his eyes at his brother. That's Romero? Damn he was hot but I could see why he plays every girl, he thinks they are week and stand for nothing. He chocked my neck and whispered, "Game on," he pushed me and smirked as he walked off.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!" Laura rushed to me. I laughed as I turned facing her. "We came her to look for dresses, we weren't gonna let some playboy ruin it," she looked at me confused. "How did you stand up to him?" She looked surprised. "I stand for what's mine, and especially when it comes to shopping I won't let anyone ruin it," we both laughed before some woman helped us with the dresses.

"You look like a Diamond," she whispered to me. "Excuse me?" I turned around to her, she looked exactly like me. "Who are you?" I scanned her up and down. "Someone has an attitude," she rolled her eyes on me. "Who the fuck do you think you are," I looked into her eyes but....only darkness was in there. "You're Nerea Petroni," she whispered as she smirked. "No it's Noel-" I tried saying my name but.

"I'm smarter then you hun," she whispered with a blink of an eye she banished into thin air. "Who is she?" Laura crept behind me. "I have no clue...." I paused before Laura handed me dresses to try on.
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I sat on the stairs of the apartment wondering how that woman knew who I was. She looked like me but the older version.......She was as cold and hurt as me also. Anger was better than grief, the tears that would never stop, and also the guilt I had every time I would look up into my mothers eyes. "You don't understand, and I can't explain." I whispered to myself.

"I understand," she sat next to me. "Who are you?" I stayed calm. "I don't think that matters," she answered me while she turned her head away. "Look at us!" I shouted at her. "We look exactly the same!" I added but she just kept looking away.

"You're a Diamond?" I whispered. "You're just like your father....Smart," she smirked. "How do you know my father?" I asked her. "Be careful sweetheart, like they all say, the devil was once an angel," she whispered it was like I've been knocked out.