As usual, I would pack myself up and move in a café because I believe my soul is safer there.
I am a sarcastic girl, very sarcastic that I cannot actually catch up with myself.
I don't sit in a café to write my deepest thoughts in a journal or much less write a story. I am a person with dollars. I believe in dollar signs. This is where I sell and buy my drugs. This small rudimentary dark café is my platform, my headquarters. Its walls are painted with cream, but because of low maintenance the cream has turned into something; obscure, old strong wood for basic tables and chairs and the dark brown counter table. The cops would even think twice before buying the donuts there. The windows are too small and the air conditioning is just too strong, walking inside the room feels like landing on the north pole. Someone walks in and heads over to my table,
In my case you expect a hot dashing guy and all that but it's just a girl.
She seats in front of me and stares at me.
"If you are not here for the money I suggest you hit the door." I fake a cough.
"I want to know your drug lord." She looks at me, waiting for a reply. I raise my eyebrow then sip on my cup of coffee.
"I am the drug lord."
"Do you kill people?"
"Do you breathe?"
"So it is you, you are Bella."
"Two things, you walk out of here alive or you die. Keep asking these dead questions and you will not have a choice."
"I am sorry."
"Who sent you?" I put my cup down. "You look 15, punk ass boyfriend and you can't keep up with your grades?"
"No one sent me, I am a straight A student by the way thank you." She tugs a chunk of hair behind her ear.
"Bullshit" I chuckle. "Whoever is inviting you to bed, is doing it right."
"I have heard so much about you."
"You need to go."
"I just think you deserve more credit."
"Credit?" I ask her as she gets up from the chair.
"Yeah, you killed my father. I wonder how you pulled that off." I look at her, emotionally paralysed. "Call me sometime, We will grab dinner and maybe we can bang it to the curb?"
"What?"
"I know who you are. Just call me." Then she walks out of the café, without turning to look back.
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QUIETUS (Book One)
Teen FictionAnnabelle is done with high school and she is expecting to live a different life, however her father ships her off to a military based college without any notice. As soon as Annabelle steps into the institution she finds very strange and funny thing...
