Omicidio

Chapter 4

I woke up around nine in the morning which I didn't do much considering the hours I usually worked. I sat up and turned my head to the window where the sun beat heavily on my face.

I wasn't used to seeing the sun rise. It was beautiful.

Once I got out of bed I took myself to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth I stared at myself in the mirror for a bit. I sighed realising how tired I was. I usually wake up near one or two p.m. because I usually got home at around four that morning. I sighed again roughly.

I hate mornings.

I jumped in the shower for about fifteen minutes before wrapping myself with one of the fresh white towels folded on a table. I walked out the bathroom running my fingers through the heavy curls in my hair. Just then a hectic pounding erupted against the door. I said nothing as who ever was on the other side became quiet.

I'm going to admit, a tiny spark a fear ran through my chest as the pounding began again - this time more vigorous and filled with rage. I looked around the room to look for a defence mechanism. There was nothing so I ran to the closet and grabbed a heel from the shelf.

As the banging went on I held the heel close to my back - creeping toward the door.

This was something I used to do often. When I feel threatened by a man and I have nothing to defend myself, I use my heel to stab.

"Open the goddamn door!"

I swallowed recognizing Vitaly's voice. I glanced at the clock.

9:21 a.m.

I had forgotten that I was supposed to meet Vitaly in his office at 9a.m. sharp. "Shakur!" He roared my last name. I argued with myself internally on if I should just comply with him and open the door.

I thought about it like this - If I don't open the door, he busts the door down and murders me slowly. Or, if I do what he says and opens the door he glares and yells at me for about five minutes and then kills me. I reached my hand out to open it. I rather live the extra five minutes.

As soon as I began to turn the knob Vitaly busted in the door causing me to stumble back a few feet. I expected him to yell but instead he pushed me to the bed and held my head down to the covers with his hand to my neck. I swing the heel at him - hitting him in the side of the rib cage before he ripped the shoe out of my hand and threw it down.

His face hovered over mine.

"I told you nine o'clock - nine o'clock,shakur!" He pushed my face down harder as he grew angrier. "Don't you know how to tell time?" He yelled.

"Get the hell off me!" I yelled back. I reached the arm that was closest to him out and around his back - holding onto the back of his neck just as he did to the side of my own preparing to fight.

I'm not just going to let somebody push me around like this. I have been in lots of fights and in occasions when my temper allowed me swing on a big bitch, sometimes I would end up in a position like this. Of course I was never up against a dangerous mafia man that was twice my size but I still had to try.

So, I did what I could.

I pushed as hard as I could on his neck causing him to collapse on the bed obviously not keeping his guard up because he thought I wouldn't fight back.

I took this opportunity to flee from the bed. Running around the coffee table, I cought my towel as it almost slipped. I was standing there in nothing but a towel. This couldn't get worse.

Holding the towel to my breast with one hand I watched him angrily push himself up from the bed. As he turned around and glared, I ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind me. I reached down to lock it and to my surprise there was no lock. "Shit." I hissed holding the knob firmly.