{𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1}
𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔
Is the girl no one really noticed. She hides her face- with all the horrid bruises present- behind a facade, and makes sure no one suspects a single thing about the hell she's met with at her home with her 'parents...
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Shit. I have to go home. Miguel told me to be home by 8pm and it's already 5 over. I stand up quickly and walk hastily to the front door.
"Zina?" I hear Luca call me in a sleepy voice. I totally forgot we both fell asleep on the couch while watching a movie in his home cinema. He's so rich but he won't admit it.
"I have to go home." I murmer while putting on a bonnet Luca gave me when he saw I was cold.
I really don't want to go home but I have no choice. I'm already too late and I know I could maybe avoid the beatings of those 5 minutes but I can't If I'll be any later than that.
"Zina." Luca calls me again, now grabbing my hand, seeming fully awake.
"You'll be okay?" He asks me. I know Iwon't be, but I don't want to worry him, so I just nod my head. He seems to be satisfied and let's go of my hand.
I want to turn around again but he stops me.
"Wait-" He reaches in the pocket of his hoodie. "-here." He holds out a flat rectangular object. I immediately recognize it as an iPhone. I'venever owned one but I have seen a lot of people in school walk around with the thing in their hands. I don't know much about it, but I know it's really, really expensive. That's why I can't take it from Luca, even though I want to so bad.
"Thanks, but Ican't take that." I mutter to him. No way I'm taking that from him. It's like a thousand dollars or something and besides, I have no one to call except for him.
"Come on Zina. I bought it for you in particular. I want you to have it." He tells me, but I simply shake my head.
Surprisingly he stops insisting and puts the phone away.
"Okay fine then I'll keep it. You don't have to take it if you don't want to." I smile slightly and go in for a hug from him.
I smell his familiar scent from musk and a slight aroma of cigarettes, and I feel the familiar feeling of happiness overshadowing the feeling of the unease of going home.
When I pull away the feeling of distress returns, but I know I need to leave now otherwise Miguel's going to be really mad.
I say my quick goodbyes and thank him for letting me stay over and lending me his bonnet, and leave the peaceful warmth of his house.
I hear the snow crisp with every step I take, and the cold air stings in my nose. I'm not wearing a coat, since they are expensive, and I slowly feel my body begin to cool off. I just need to get to my house soon, Ithink to myself. I speed up a bit and feel my fingers tense from the cold touching them and freezing them. I put my hands under my arms and walk to my house like this.
