Clean mess | Gal Gadot

Chapter 1: Gorgeous lady

The action takes time in 2017.

Victoria's pov:

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The blaring sound of my alarm startles me awake from my beautiful, peaceful dream, in which I was making out with a gorgeous, dark-haired woman. I'm not gay, but I enjoyed it. I turn around to see my man, still sleeping. Is making out in a dream considered as cheating? I hope not.

I pull myself from the confinement of our king-sized bed. I walk to the window and open the blinds, allowing the light to stream in. I watch the surrounding, breathe and relax when I still have time. A small flock of birds fly past, the clouds move as fast as the wind blows, the sun hides behind the them. A soft smile appears on my face as I enjoy the moment. These are the moments when you feel alive, when you actually don't feel the need to hit your fucking head and try to kill yourself.

It's nice to be alone with earth for a minute. It's nice while it lasts.

I pick up my phone from the bedside table and notice the hour. 6:28am. I have to get ready for work. Yeah, the peacefulness passes and I already feel the lack of love for myself, other people and the rest of the world in fact. Nicey.

I work in a small, but well-known café in New York. I've always lived here, but sadly, my parents haven't. I was born here, raised as well. My dad would always fly around the world, so he was never home anyway. My mom started her own business here in NYC. She stayed with me 'til my 12th birthday. Then she was gone for 2 years (of course, my dad with her). My beloved aunt took care of me. When they came back, they didn't stay forever. They would go on their business trips few times in a month, so my aunt was practically living in our home.

This is how it looked. They were here, then they were gone. Confusing for a little girl.

At least, they were here on my 16th birthday. I remember when we were spending the time together, I thought they changed. That they would stay with me. Well, I was wrong. After my birthday, it was all the same. Here, gone, here again, gone again.

At the age of 17 I met Ivo - my boyfriend and begged my parents to allow me to buy an apartment so we could live together. Of course, they agreed without any trouble. Since then, my parents just write or send money occasionally.

My dad is a CEO in a huge company, so the man's like super loaded. What about my sweet mama? She's a business woman, also rich as fuck. Even though my parents are super rich and if I wanted to, I wouldn't have to work, I feel the need to. I don't want my parents to pay for me for the entire life. I don't want to be dependent on them. I wanted to create my life on my own. My own hands worked for this apartment, my clothes and other shit. I'm proud of that. Of course, my parents still send me lots of cash, because they refuse to think I can make it on my own. Thank you for believing in me I guess.

Two wealthy people. They match to each other. 23 years ago, they decided to have a baby, because I don't know, they were bored? Now, here I am standing in front of my bathroom mirror, wondering what went wrong in my life.

I always tell myself: I still have time. But damn, I'm 22. I should be living the best life right now. I have everything. Literally everything. A handsome boyfriend, lots of money, my dream body, clean simple life, yet I'm still not happy. There's something missing and I have no idea what that is. Maybe love? No, no, no. My boyfriend loves me. Our relationship is perfect. Perhaps it's too perfect?

Right now, I feel like a clean mess.

While in the bathroom, I take a long, hot shower and prepare myself for the day. I choose to wear a beige jeans and a white golf sweater that will cover my hickeys from 2 days ago. I add the last touches which are the gold earrings, a delicate, discreet necklace and a few rings.