Tell Me The Truth | D.D.

Chapter Fourteen

"Wake up birthday bitch," Bianca screamed at me. "Fuck off," I mumbled into my pillow. "Nope, c'mon! I even made you some breakfast," she said, bribing.

I groaned and stretched my arms. "Ok," I said, getting out of bed.

I had slept over at Bianca's apartment last night because she was the only one who knew about my birthday. I've never been a big birthday person for my birthday. Other people's birthdays I'm all over, but mine, not so much.

"What are the big birthday plans?" She asked, setting down or coffees. "I have a class, and then I have an appointment to get another tattoo, and then nothing," I told her, taking a long sip of my coffee.

"Sounds like a busy birthday," she said, sarcasm thick in her voice. I checked my watch, "Fuck I'm going to be late."

I changed into my baggy jeans, white brallette top, and my beige trench coat. I did my makeup and let my hair flow all the way down to my waist.

"Any plans with lover boy?" She asked as I walked out of the bathroom. "Eh, I don't know," I said nonchalantly.

The truth was that I hadn't told Damiano about my birthday. So, I'm gonna try to avoid him today, and hopefully, it will just never come up.

"Ok, Bye, love you," I said, kissing her cheek. "Bye," she said, walking me to the door.

I put on my music as I walked to class, which droned on. Everything about the day droned on. The weather was even grey to fit droning.

I finally walked into the tattoo parlor, excited to get my new tattoo.

"Hey Emilia," I said as I walked into the room. "Hey Angelina," she said, hugging me.

I gave her the logistics of what I wanted. I wanted a medium-sized tattoo going down my spine with the words Ogni giorno ha il suo amore e dolore (Every day she has her love and her pain).

I loved this saying because it made me feel like I had the possibility to come to some kind of terms with my past. It almost brought me tears to see it on my back.

I laid down as she started the four hour process. It hurt, but after a while, I got used to the pain. This one was going to be expensive, but it was worth every penny.

I stepped back out into the streets, feeling like a new woman. That feeling didn't last long triggered by the high-pitched ringing of my phone.

I expected it to be Dam or Vic, so I didn't even look at the caller ID. "Hello?" I asked. "Happy Birthday, Coraline," the voice of my father said. "What do you want?" I asked, suddenly feeling very small.

He tssked before saying, "So impatient, maybe you need to come home." I froze for a second before slowly picking up my pace. I had a feeling that I wasn't safe.

"I think I'm okay," I said shakily. "All kids come home," he said, chucking. I couldn't take it anymore, so I hung up the phone.

I jogged back to the apartment. My hands shook as I was trying to unlock the door.

I quickly got into the apartment and locked the door before going to my room. I took off my bralette and my pants and laid on my stomach in my bed.

I put on a movie, but I didn't really pay attention to it. Why did I let him have such a hold on me? That question ran itself through my mind while I blankly stared at the movie.

I must've fallen asleep because it felt like seconds later that I heard my door creak open. "Vic?" I groaned, trying no to anger the stinging on my back.

"It's me," Damiano's familiar voice said. It sounded close to my head, so I lifted it up. He planted a kiss on my lips when I did. "Happy Birthday," he whispered.