Can I Kill You? (ONGOING)

Chopping Red

Ignoring the way my body was feeling, I left his place, staring at the notepad with one thought clouding my mind.

What was that?

I walked down the miniature alleyway, my heart still racing. I didn't have an answer.

But why did he say spicy and soft like that..like he meant to say something about me...

Did he mean that I am NOT spicy and soft!?

Oh no! He was indirectly insulting me! How did I not see that!? It was a goddamn sarcastic remark!

But what if I am overthinking and he was simply answering!?

The racing of my heart escalated as I felt a wave of anger surge through my body.

I reached my room, rushing past Watt, banging the door shut in a lock.

I threw the notebook on the bed, fuming.

DONNOR! YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING REGRET THIS!

I knew it! I knew he was going to say something bad about me the minute I changed into this stupid outfit!

Tears steamed my eyes. I know I shouldn't, but I was letting that remark of his get into my head.

First me, then my mom, now body shaming!? Who does this man think he is!? A fucking top criminal!?

OH WELL, then I am a fucking LA detective! I won't rest until I get his ass in fucking jail. He can hide from everyone, but he can't hide from me. And I am going to make him regret every single damn warning.

I exhaled, realising I was getting too angry. I went to the sink to wash some of the anger off.

Gosh. The last time I was this angry was when my dad...got into that shooting..

No...no...no...I don't want to be that old person again..

He must not ruin me.

I plopped on the bed, tying my hair into a bun.

I stared at my notepad, opening it.

The first item was to add anything.
Then it was something cold. Like ice cream.
Then something hot.
Then some mindless doodling. When I was waiting for Donnor.
Then aggressive lines and holes are made from the pen.

My first day on the job of serving 500+ people was already a disaster.

I can't keep living in this shit hole. I need to make that grand escape plan. And fast.

* * *

The sound of gunshots woke me up the next morning. There were no windows, so I had no idea what was happening outside.

Watt opened the door as if sensing that I had woken up.

"Everything okay, Callie? You looked poor yesterday."

Poor, uh. Poor was an interesting way to put it.

I forced a smile, getting out of bed.

"I am fine. Could you run some of my clothes through the laundry?"

"Sure, give it to me."

"Thanks."

He shut the door close, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Memories of yesterday bolted through my brain.

Callie! Stop thinking nonsense!

I brushed my teeth, hoping to get the sea bath today. I doubted I would be allowed one anytime soon.

Today is going to be a hustle. Tommorow is the beach party and I have yet to contact Cascar and Jasper.

Oh and yes, clean Donnor's living room.