G I U L I A
"Lia baby, wake up." I heard a distant muffled voice from to my left.
I groaned, turning my body away from the voice disrupting my sleep, choosing to ignore it.
"Lia, come on honey, we got a lot to do today," I registered the voice calling me as one of my brothers. I think. Which one was this?
I vividly remember meeting all of them yesterday but I don't think I was focused too much on their names if that makes sense.
"Whaaat," I groaned out to my brother. He better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass crack of dawn. I've never wanted to stay in a bed as much as this one ever. It feels like multiple fluffy marshmallows, a dream.
"So I guess you don't want to go shopping with me today?" He questioned.
My ears perked up at the word 'shopping'. I turned over to meet him with droopy eyes and was met with his knowing smile. It's Luca. Oh that motherf-
"Mhm that's what I thought, get dressed and meet me down in 30 minutes, tesoro," he smirked while leaning down to kiss my forehead. I laid in bed for a good 10 minutes after he left before dramatically flopping my body off the bed. Wait— the bed?
(Amore)
I vaguely remember falling asleep in front of the door on the ground last night. How the hell did I get here?
I shake my head to get rid of my thoughts, too many weird things are happening this week. I use the bathroom and brush my teeth. I hop in the shower after, somehow figuring out how to adjust the water temperature. There were too many settings. Who needs all of this?
After using the only shampoo and conditioner there was—mens— I brushed through my hair and applied a good amount of cream and scrunched.
Curly hair can be absolutely dreadful sometimes, especially when I don't feel like styling it. It's why I like my hair much better when I straighten it. I just feel so much more confidant, like I can talk to anyone without the fear of them judging me. It's odd but I feel more like I fit in if that makes sense.
I go into the massive walk in closet and stare at the multiple empty racks. My old clothes only filled up half of the storage space in the closet. There were still some clothes that were folded off to the side.
I walk over to the racks and once satisfied with my outfit, I grab my phone off the charger and make my way downstairs. 20 minutes, not bad.
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Reverie
Mystery / ThrillerThey were her sentinels, her saviors, the reason that she refuses to let her past consume her. 𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who lost everything when she fell victim to her psychotic mother's actions. Growing up to be fifteen years ol...
