Stay Toxic

#4- INTRUDER

Roulian Carozza's
My father is really one annoying man. We've never had a good relationship. I had a better relationship with my mom but she's gone now. I run a hand through my hair, a stress coping mechanism. I need a distraction. I smile as I remember Kamaia, I guess it's time to text her. Actually, I'll just give her a call instead.

The phone rings and is answered on the third ring, "Darling", I tease. "What do you want, Carozza?", She replies. Seems she's in a bad mood. "Relax, Carozza, I can hear your panicked breathing", she says and let's just say I can hear her smirking cockily. I just know she is.

"Panicked? Quite conceited of you to think that. ", I say as I hear a silent slurp. "What are you drinking?", I know, I know, stupid question but in my defense, it was becoming uncomfortably silent. "Vodka", she replies casually. She drinks? "You drink?", I ask.

"Why did you say it with so much disgust? I'm not an alcoholic, okay? But I do love me some celebratory vodka", she says and I feel somewhat guilty for almost judging her. "No, not that, I'm just surprised ", I'm basically escaping the accusation at this point.

"You should at least expect something, I don't live on the normal side of business, I mean I wore a casual dress with no blazer for an important meeting, what did you think?", She says, amusement in her tone.

"I might have taken you a bit more seriously if you had worn a blazer", I say. "Hence you referring to me as a secretary", she laughs. "You were clearly underdressed ", I say. "No, I put in two hours, I wasn't underdressed, I prefer the term uniquely dressed ", she defends herself."ok, I surrender "

"Contract signing tomorrow, Armani building?", I question. "Yes, 11am", she yawns. "Tired?", I ask paying attention to her voice checking for weariness. "No, I just love to sleep early" "Goodnight then" "We're already like a real couple, night calls and all", she laughs "Sweetest of dreams, darling ", she mocks before hanging up.

Kamaia Armani's
"Papa?", I get up as I hear a strange noise from downstairs. No reply. Was it an intruder? I grab my pocket knives ready to dance if need arises. The intruder was moving towards papa's room.

I waited silently for the perfect time and aimed one of the knives at his shoulder and threw it. Bull's eye. He turned and saw me. He was putting on a black ski mask. I could have easily aimed for his head but I don't think I have the heart to kill.

He started to run and I was chasing after him. A woman chasing after an intruder in the middle of the night wasn't the best idea so when he left the building, I didn't follow him anymore just in case there were more of him waiting outside. I just called the cops and went straight to papa's room.

"Papa?", I called and he came to the door looking like he was sleep walking. "You're okay", I hugged him tight. He was still rubbing at his eyes trying to get rid of whatever is left of his sleepiness.

I know you're thinking, why wouldn't he be okay, but what if I found the intruder when he had done whatever it is he wanted to do and was already leaving so, yes, I had reason to be worried.

"Chérie? What's wrong?", he asks. "There was an intruder, he broke in", I say. My dad's always been a heavy sleeper, one of the reasons why I learned to fight.

He lets a string of colorful french cuss words. I just laugh. "I'm sorry, chérie, are you okay?", He asks. "I'm perfectly fine, papa, the police are on their way", I say.

The police arrive shortly and start asking me questions like I was the intruder, I told them all the same thing and it looked like they were suspecting me. Wait, wtf????

"Miss Armani, did you see the face of this intruder?", One of them asks. Mild anger is seeping through me but I can't let them see that.
"Never let your emotions be displayed on your face", I hear his voice in my head, internally smiling at the memory.

"I remember stating that he was wearing a ski mask", I say calmly. "Okay, you have to follow us to the station for more questioning, ma'am", "what!?", Papa exclaims and I just smile.

"No, officer, you can not take me to the station for questioning because I have told you all you needed to know here. Instead, you should go looking around for a guy with a knife wound in his shoulder, you have no reason to want to take me to the station and if you even as much as try to take me by force, I shall file a complaint, not just to the chief of your police department but also to the sergeant, it seems like racism and unfair treatment to me.", I say with no emotion on my face.

I see his face contort in fear for a moment and it's gone almost immediately before he signals his partner to leave, "If we have any leads, we shall give you a call, Mr Armani", they leave the house immediately.

They checked the crime scene and according to them, the back door lock was picked but it wasn't broken. Ok, an expert, didn't want to raise any form of alarm. He wore gloves so no fingerprints but at least, there should be boot tracks, what exactly did he want?

He didn't seem to steal anything and everything is still in order. I tell papa to go back to sleep. The old man's supposed to be on bed rest. "Hey, I'm not old", papa says.

Oops, did I say that out loud? "Look, I have hair and I can still do a lot of things, I'm just 40, chérie", he says looking genuinely bothered by the thought of being old.

"Sure papa, now get some rest, so you look fresh, stress is one of the biggest catalysts of age, you know", I say and he mumbles something like a child before going back to his room.

Now it's time for me to get some beauty sleep, sike, I want to check the scene again. I look around everything with a magnifying glass, detective much? The back door leads to the kitchen and everything in the kitchen is also untouched. What the hell did this man want?

Author's note
Random question, do y'all pour cereal or milk first? I pour milk first but it seems as though literally everyone in the universe pours cereal first. Am I just a low-key psychopath????
*randomlyfreaksoutfornoreasonatall*
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