Her Love Her Possession (GL*GL)

ch four

(Jane's pov)

The first time I talked to charvi I felt something that I never felt.
At that time I was tired.
Because it was 4 am, and I couldn't sleep.
Not that I didn't want to sleep but it's that I couldn't sleep because of all the fucking noises of banging and crashing of things in my house.
My dad was angry because of a mafia, who messed with his work.
And most of the time a mafia always messes up with another mafia.
My dad was just crashing all the objects in our mansion.
And there is just too much stuff in our house that if you start smashing everything you could be smashing for at least 2 to 3 hours without break.
He usually doesn't use to do that or maybe you could say it was the first time.
But he used to get angry a lot.
And so it's better to not go in front of him until he calms down.
He doesn't get angry with me that much but then I also don't want to take risks.
So, I was in my room laying on my bed, thinking about when dad would stop.
I was getting bored too so I opened newtube and went for the most popular sad song playlist(well I like sad songs).
I was going through the comments while listening to the song.
Suddenly I came to the saddest comment, well that's what the likes saying.
It was written by a girl who had problems.
Reading her message it looked like she had quite much sadness.
And somehow I was jealous.
At least she had something.
I don't even have that.
My life was pretty empty.
There were so many people envying me, hating me, loving me.
But it was never because of me but because of my dad.
So, I just admitted it. I never let anyone near me.
Not even my father.
Maybe because I was a daughter of a mafia boss my father used to murder people in front of me when I was just 10 years old.
Now, blood is the second most familiar thing to me.
What is the first?
Well... fucking.
I fucked many people in life men, and women.
I was like a cold-blooded woman, no one's tears mattered to me neither did their agony.
Nothing was mine, to begin with, so I wasn't scared of someone leaving me.
It was always like I was looking at someone else life, living in someone else body.
I don't know why, but I clicked on the replies button of that comment.
And I saw the top reply that was by a girl named charvi.
It was an unusual name.
'She probably would be a foreigner.' I thought.

She wrote some sweet things as everyone does but she also gave her id on Swapchat.
I don't know why but I was interested in her.
Nobody did that because it is the most stupid thing to do as it is a zero per cent chance that the other person would ever message back.
I don't know why I did what I did.
But I went to download Snapchat, made an id and send a friend request.
It took only a minute and then she accepted.
"fast!" I thought.
I didn't know what to do then. I never message anyone first.
After sometimes a message popped.
It was from charvi she wrote hi and asked me if I was bear.
I didn't know who the bear was so I asked her about it.
She said it was the girl she messages to.
I was a little worried, I don't know why. Maybe because it was the first time I talked to someone who was talking to me without knowing who my dad was and so I wanted to talk to her more.
I said I wasn't bear and asked if she only wants to talk to bear.
I was quite astonished I never talked to someone so politely other than my dad before.
She said that was not the case.
I was relieved and it was such a weird feeling.
Every time a message appears my heart became excited.
I never thought I could feel something like that before.
I wanted to talk to her more.
And so, we talked for a long time.
And I didn't even realise when the reason why I did this disappeared.