Dahlia Emerson is the daugther everyone wants, she's kind, caring thoughtful, and she would never even think to hurt someone, even tough she grew up being neglected by her family.
Domenico Bianchi is the complete opposite. Being the Don of the itali...
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Dahlia Emerson's pov October 15
"Where are you going?" I ask Zara, as she runs down the stairs presumably searching for her shoes.
"To a friend's house." She answers, letting out a relieved sigh, once she finds her black Air Jordan's 1.
My eyebrows furrow. She's never gone to a friend's house before. Oh well maybe she made some friends.
"Did you tell dad?" She shakes her head. "If he asks where I am just tell him the library or something." She says, fixing her zip up tube top, that she's wearing with black cargo pants, the strings in the front tied to the back making them look like a thong.
"Who is this friend?" I ask, and she rolls her eyes. "Just this girl from my history class." She says.
I don't think she's telling the truth, but I nod either way. "Have fun." I smile, giving her a kiss on her forehead.
She rolls her eyes playfully but smiles anyway.
"Bye." She says, walking out of the house.
I sigh walking up to my room, making sure to be extra quiet so I don't wake my dad up, since he's asleep in his room with one of his hookers.
Once I get into my room, I close the door and get my stuff that I need for a shower.
After my shower, I wear a white t shirt, with a light pink cardigan, and some black flared leggings.
To top it off I wear pink fluffy slippers, and a black shoulder bag.
I look in the mirror, smiling at myself, but it fades as I see the large handprint on my neck.
Tears cloud my vision, and I immediately turn around trying to forget the horrible events of last night.
All I did was cook something for Zara, since we haven't had anything home cooked in a while.
A stray tear falls from my eyes, but I quickly wipe it away, and walk out of my room.
As I'm walking towards the stairs, I can hear moaning coming from my dad's room.
I speed walk downstairs, and run towards the door before opening it, and starting the ten minute walk towards the cafe that I work at. __
My eyebrows furrow, as I walk up to the door of the cafe called Mugs and Magic.
There is a neon 'closed' sign, and I grow confused, as I push my face against the door trying to see if anybody is inside.
When I don't see anyone, I knock twice on the door but still don't get an answer.
It wasn't supposed to be closed today.
I sigh, turning around and decide if I should go home or get milkshakes.
I decide on the second option since I don't want to meet my dad right now, and I'm really craving something sweet.
I walk to the milkshake place across from the cafe.
I walk out of the shop, with a smile on my face, as I sip on my chocolate milkshake.
I start the walk to my house, humming a song I once heard on the radio.
After a couple minutes of walking, I pass by a new hotel that just opened last week.
I look at all of the expensive cars in the parking lot, and people walking in and out of the place.
I let out a gasp, as my body hits a wall, the pain going straight to my nose.
I hold my nose in pain as I groan, tears clouding my vision.
My body freezes, as I realize that I didn't bump into a wall, but instead a person.
My eyes widen, as I look up getting ready to apologize to them.
My eyes widen even more, as I realize that it's the guy from the bar.
"I know you!" I say loudly wich causes a few people to look at me. He scowls, looking me up and down, before licking his lips.
We stare at eachother for a while, before I clear my troath, balancing myself on my heels.
I take a sip from my milkshake, as I look around, not knowing what to say.
Oh yeah, I have to apologize for bumping into him.
"Sorry for bumping into you. I was just looking at this amazing hotel, and I didn't watch where I was going. You have really pretty eyebrows you know? I wish my eyebrows were like that but they don't grow thicker then 1 inch. Want a sip of my milkshake? I-" He cuts me off with a scoff.
He pushes past me, hitting my head with his shoulder, as he walks away.
"Ow!" I exclaim, holding my head in pain, as I turn around. "You know, a sorry wouldn't do you any harm." I say, and he doesn't spare me a glance, as he continues walking.
"Why are you so silent? Are you shy? Don't worry you don't have to be shy around me. I won't judge you I'm not that kind of person." I say, trying to catch up with him since he was walking petty fast.
He doesn't answer.
"Can you slow down please? I have short legs." I say, jumping infront of him.
He was atleast 6'3, and I was a whopping 5'2 at nineteen years old.
Domenico glares down at me, and I shrink at his stare, as I slightly back away.
"Get out of my way." He says, and I almost faint at the sounds of his voice. It isn't the first time I've heard it, but I don't think I will recover from it.
I stare at him, as he walks away, before turning into a corner.
I sigh, drinking the last bit of my milkshake before throwing the cup in a nearby trashcan.
I start walking home, a little creeped out when some guys start whistling at me but I just ignore them, and continue waking.
