Blind Revenge

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“I’m home.” I shouted just as I stepped into our apartment. I walked into our small living room plus kitchen to meet Amelia watching her favourite show on television while Nicky was dinking juice on the kitchen island. I was surprised that Amelia remained on the couch, she usually walks to her room to avoid breathing the same air as me.

“Yes you are.” Nicky smirked with a knowing look. “You are glowing. How was your night with ‘Mr have-all-things-trembling’?” she air-quoted.

“He was himself bossing me around.” I said as I joined Nicky on the kitchen island and whispered for Nicky’s ears only, “Did she wake on the wrong side of the bed?”

“Did him bossing you around involve sex?” she asked already knowing the answer because my cheeks were tinted red thinking about last night. “Im even surprised.” She whispered back.

“You know I can hear you right?” Amelia turned to face us. Yeah she could hear us the apartment was so small, one could barely breath. If it wasn’t for the tiny fan always making screechy sound producing tiny amount of air, we would be suffocated to death.

We both just raised our hands in surrendering gesture and continued our conversation about you know who.

“Did you enjoy at least?”

“No.” I replied but Nicky just narrowed her eyes on me like she was saying really. “I mean yes, I was surprised actually. Can you believe he proposed to me last night?” I waved my hand in her face and they both gasped. I can’t believe Amelia was also listening.

“Oh my gooooosh!” Nicky squealed examining my ring. “You realise that’s pure diamond?” I nodded as we both used our expertise in knowing what’s real and what’s fake. “So that means you said yes to him.”

“No I didn’t. That assho….i mean that hot man was like ‘Either way I will make you marry me. At gunpoint if necessary.’” I mimicked his Italian accent with great difficult and had both Nicky and Amelia laughing.

“Dude, don’t ever mimic him again. You’re terrible.” Nicky said between laughter. “Look at you not even able to say something bad about him.” She laughed again. After the laughter died down she said, “but your man really knows how to make an entrance in a club full of murderers and make them all tremble with fear. And here I thought Big Shot was the scariest of them all but turns out Max, I mean Luca is even more scarier. His name itself drives everyone on urge or make them wanna shit in their pants.” She paused puts her finger on her chin, a thinking gesture. “What I don’t understand is what does he do? You’re his fiancé. Are you aware?”

“I don’t know anything about him and he just pops the question. It was not even a question I’m completely sure. He was just ordering me to marry him. Who does that? Especially when we barely know each other.”

“Oh come on, haven’t you watched Married at First Sight show. Strangers are getting married nowadays.” Amelia chirps in the conversation.

“Married at first sight?” she nodded. “Does that even exist?” I asked her at the same time as Nicky said, Is that even a thing?”

“Watch TV more often.” She suggested and looked back to the TV. Nicky and I looked at each other and Nicky just shrugged at me.

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“You’re late, again.” My boss at the coffee shop said just as I walked in. Work started at eight but we were expected to be at the shop by seven. I was late by a minute. And yes, she was a fuckin’ time freak.

“I’m sorry, Mrs Yong. It will not happen again.” I pleaded and grimaced as I thought that I have said that a million times already. Not a good sign, I know. I have also run out of excuses.