𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

6- Solo Determination

Welcome to chapter 6 I hope you enjoy!
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I was lying down in bed, two days after what happened with Eliana leaving me. Typically, on a late Saturday night like this, people would be either sleeping or partying. Me and Eliana I used to be the ones partying on Saturdays, what eventful memories we had there. I remember when that time she had saved me from Spencer, she almost risked her life for me trying to find me, and just partying.

Well at this point now im picking apart my memories I made with her here in Italy. WI can't say I don't miss her, but I don't feel guilty for her either. It's all mixed emotions.

But besides Eliana being on my mind, I'm still trying to plan how to find my dad. Last time I tried to it was kind of a disaster that could have been prevented but that's when what I like to call it, 'Solo Determination' kicks in.

I mean it was pure determination..

So blaming me isn't very logical. Tch, it's not my fault my mother took away my role as an actor and now I have no source of income. And soon this stolen money will be spent. My mind is blank of ideas.

I don't know what to do but I damn sure can't keep paying money to stay here in this expensive ass hotel that is taking money out of my pocket. I need help.

I was thinking of asking Elliott or Spencer. But I've realized I'm only left with one option because Spencer is unreliable and will only cause more problems for me which can end in me getting killed. So I guess Elliott it is.

But then again, Elliot is basically a stranger who saved my life. But who gives a damn? I rather that than Spencer, he's weird.

Well now let's make a plan Irene, hm. Probably tomorrow night I'll go to the warehouse and ask him for help. Hopefully, it'll work.

For now I should probably get some sleep.
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It was 8:30pm, I was on my way to the warehouse. I was pretty exhausted, I didn't much sleep last night. All I could hear was those pesky neighbors who were blasting nothing but music all damn night. Fucking inconsiderate asses. Anyway, I continued to step up the steps until I am met with a door. I knock on the door but hear a voice behind me.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A man in black asks. "Um. I'm just here waiting for someone to answer the door." I state.

"Excuse me, but cut the damn bullshit. Hands up, now." The man says grievously. I quickly scramble to put my hands up as my heart starts pounding. "S-Sir, I'm saying the damn truth, i-i swear!" I spoke with shaky breathes in between. I hear the door open and a familiar deep voice speaks. "Fucking put the gun down. I know her." Elliott demands coldly. Elliot? Thank goodness he opened the door, my life was literally about to end here. The man drops the gun, "Yes sir. Apologies." The man bows before walking inside.