Born to kill

Chapter 5

                                Valentina Bianchi
⚠️CAUTION!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND GORE!! ⚠️

It's Monday. The day my landlord is planning to kick me out.

I already packed most of my stuff up and I'm ready to start fresh.

My plan is to get a job somewhere else in New York and then save up enough money to go back to Spain. My home.

I don't have a car. I'll need to buy one eventually. I start packing my clothes in a bag.

The TVs on and I'm watching House md.

I get distracted when I hear a knock on the door.

I slowly walk over to the door and see my landlord standing there with bruises all over his face.

"You bitch! Where the fuck is the money for rent?!" He yells.

I smell alcohol on his breath.

"I-I don't have it.....I'm moving my stuff right now!"

"Too bad! I fucking need you out, now." He grumbles.

My landlord is a Middle Aged man that's always sweaty. He smells like rotting flesh and has a beer belly.

"If you just give me a couple minutes...." I whisper.

"Fuck off." He says as he reaches out for my hair and digs his finger nails deep in my head.

I make a loud screeching noise.

He drags me out of my apartment and into the stairs.

"This is what ugly bitches like you deserve" he says as he punches me in the jaw.

I whimper.

I couldn't cry. Not now. I need to be strong.

He starts kicking me in then ribs and that's when the air gets sucked out me.

2 minutes later he leaves.

I was on the ground. Numb. I couldn't breathe. My face is bleeding. I couldn't cry though.

I hold my stomach as I try to crawl over to my apartment.

My phone. I can try to call Laura.

I crawl over to my desk and pick up my phone.

I call Laura. Nothing.

I scroll through my contacts to see my mom's name.

I promised myself that no matter what. I wouldn't call anyone from my family.

I put my phone down.

I sit against my wall and just stare into the darkness of my room.

My ribs are aching.

I look over at my desk and see the number.

I pick up the paper and slowly put the number in my phone.

I know I shouldn't do this. I can't be a burden.