Rage

♠TEN♠

The breeze slapped my face real hard, it messed up my hair. Its something im used to now, my hair is messy, too messy that I catch Lawrence glance at it every now and then.

"Ice Cream does solve everything" i push a strade of my hair to the back of my ears, the wind is cool and enjoyable. It isn't blinding me with sand. Thank God for that.

Lawrence nods taking a scope from his cup "yes, but strawberry definitely hits different" I scoff "its nothing compared to vanilla" i say taking a scoop, the flavour was amazing and much more better than ordinary strawberry.

Me and Lawrence sat outside the open Cafe of Vad-ville, we bought our icecreams from an ice cream truck, it was filed with kids that weren't pass my hip length. Me and Lawrence stayed in the line as we waited patiently for our ice creams behind a kid who stuck his finger into his nose.

Where are parents when there kids learn such bad disgusting habits?

After a while we finally got our ice cream and now we're sitting here gossiping (insulting Sal) and discussing which flavour is better.

"Vanilla shouldn't even be considered a flavour" he states. I frown and he laughs "vanilla is fantastic" i defend. "More like ordinary" he says, holding his cup and smirking. "What did you say?" I ask, like a threat jokily. "Ordinary, vanilla is ordinary" he said louder like i was deaf or putting on airpods.

He was laughing "the only ordinary is the strawberry you got" i pointed to the pink wide cup covered in a cursive 'fraysta' that he was holding.

"Your taste buds are terrible Raquel" he says. Why does everyone prefer strawberry over vanilla, vanilla is far better and more tasty than any flavour at all.

"My taste buds are perfect, yours is the one who needs a doctor or a dentist... Or a doctor, whatever. you know what i mean" i say and we both laugh. Lawrence helped me remember that my life isn't that terrible.

Its not like im locked in a congesting room filled with spiky ends instead im living in a huge house, some may say luxurious house. The prison is not that bad, i have food and water although i sleep on the couch. But im not complaining, its better than to wake up next to a growling Sal.

He chuckles, "Sal would be so pissed" he says after a short moment of silence. "Pissed is good" i say, scooping my ice cream. "We dont like pissed Sal" he says like we've both known Sal since we were kids.

I laugh. "You dont like pissed Sal, but i love pissed Sal" anything to get that stupid smirk off his gorgeous face is what i dont say. I should hate him more but its hard to when he's beautiful and after what i made him do.

All i feel now is guilt and jealousy, guilt because i made him cut himself and jealousy because of his looks and outstanding composure.

"You know, you two are alot alike" i cough harshly. Im not choked my ice cream but i need to be sure i heard correctly "excuse me?"

"Yes, yes" maybe he lost his mind. "Sal and you have alot of similarities, you two are like imperfect perfection" he's looking at the sky, constructing each word like some lecturer. "More like imperfect imperfection"

"No, you both seem like a perfect match" now im irritated, very irritated. "Ok Lawrence, im starting to think the icecream froze your brain so bad it made you see things and say things, horrible and not thoughtful things" im glancing from him to the icecream worried about his mental health now

"Im fine but look closely at the chances. Sal is cruel, ruthless and all and you, you seem like 90 percent of the time you want to rip off someone's head its terrifying and very alarming" im out of words, i just stare at him and i cant hold my laugh anymore, its hysterical.

Lawrence is scared of me. Maybe i should try to look more approachable and less angry. "I didnt mean to scare you" i say. He folds his hands like a toddler "and maybe, i look mean and sometimes i am but im not anything close to Sal" i say.

If im being very sincere im very much close to Sal. The kid with the bleeding ear will forever be a reminder.

"Whatever you say, little one" he says, to think of it, i hope he doesnt feeds Sal our whole discussion like Dior, She literally blabbed out the fact that i hadn't eaten for days. Snitch.

After somewhile, me and Lawrence are done with our icecreams and we throw the cups away, he said, he has to be back at work before twelve hundred and if he fails, he might never get to see me again.

So now we are back in his trunk, im not familiar with cars or what type he or Sal owns all i know is tesla, Audi and BMW other than that im lost.

So i call it a trunk, a big black expensive trunk. Me and Lawrence spent our time discussing on different times of ice cream and most of the time was silence, it wasn't an uncomfortable one, it was some sort soothing, i stared at the cars, cycles and pedestrian passing.

Maybe in some alternate universe i wouldn't be kidnapped and ill open a cafe or get in an engineering school or law. Its embarrassing how i dont know what i want at 18... 17, im going to be 18 this year it doesnt make much logic to say im 17 when my birthday is 5 months away.

Or maybe i want to be 18, that way ill be treated like an adult, i can walk into a club, and ill get a drivers license, ill own a motorcycle and ill travel out of this Goddamned Country. U.S in a whole is bullshit, ill go to argentina, explore the world and get successful, ill never come back here, ill never comeback to this racist, rich people land.

And If i get rich and successful, ill send assassins to handle Sal. God, his death would be divine.

"Raquel"

My head snaps to him, "your fist were clenching tighter, i was a bit scared" he said with a laugh, im not that scary, infact im not scary at all. The things i want to do to people dont leave the bubble of my head. I try to keep them there atleast.

"There's no need to be scared, i wouldn't hurt the person who got me icecream" i say and he nods with a smile.

Seconds, minutes have passed and we both went into silence again, im thinking of my life in forever land, Lawrence is thinking..., heaven knows what he's thinking. Im imagining my parents, my father is probably drinking a glass of wine, dressed in the richest garment of suit doing something illegal, i know he's wealthy now, mum said he got his dream job, dream job? A stupid dream job made him happy, happy enough to pack his bags and leave his family, to divorce his wife.

My father is an idiot, a big one to think i was dumb, maybe i did look dumb at 11, but no, not even a dumb person would believe that, that you left your family, you cut off from your family because of a job.

My parents aren't the perfect couple, i would appreciate it, if he just told me the truth but no, 'im too young' 'im insane' 'i might explode to know the truth'

Bullshit, all bullshit, i wasnt too young, i wasnt too young to know my parents where divorced, imagining spending a year, just a year thinking my parents are happily inlove that the man i call a father is just on a happy trip and would be back, back home to us.

Now, i dont want to see his face, he's better far away than anywhere close.

I really need to sleep, or cry, or scream, yes scream. Lawrence is still shooting me quick concern glances, i've stressed him out alot today, he shouldn't border about me, im not sane, ive never been.

I smile at him, an assurance that im fine and he's even more freaked out.

"Dont do that" he says, "Dont do what?"

"Dont stare into thin air for five minutes and shoot me a grin right after" he says but im still completely lost. "Why?" I ask

"Thriller movies, the killer always does that before he kills his target" he says and i want to laugh hard but i feel the urge to ask why 'he and his' not 'she or her' but i shrug it off, i dont want to be the boring one who changes the topic to something irrelevant and selfish.

"No, they shoot an evil smirk,..." I say "wait does my smile look like and evil smirk?" I ask. "Somehow" he says and im concerned that i look at myself in the wing mirror.

"Im kidding" he chuckles