The Broken Princess Journals : Sally

11. Smooth Criminal

03/04/12

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"Ooh my head!" I groan inwardly as the pounding at the door seems to go straight through my eardrums to a sensitive part of my brain.

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"Okay, okay I'm coming!" I yell out desperate for that banging to stop. Who knocks like that anyway? What do they want to break the door down?

I grab a dressing gown over my t-shirt and shorts and literally fly to the door handle. Whoever is at the door will have to deal with my nappy head and red-eyes it was six am on a Saturday.

I crack open the door and peak out only to be met by a big burly body guard looking character and a shorter more scrawny mafia looking type with a nasty smirk.

"Well, well hello young lady!" says the shorter guy leering at me and making me totally uncomfortable.

"Uh hi?" I answer as more of a question than an actual response.

"Mrs. Amaro, I presume?" short and creepy asks in his slick oily voice.

"Whose asking?" I respond, just about done with this creep. I need to figure out what he wants fast so I can lock myself in the house again and finish of my Saturday morning sleep-in ritual.

"Do forgive me madam", he drawls "I see your husband must have failed to mention that we were coming by this morning.

"Look Mr..."

"Ronnie ma'am, you can call me Ronnie"

"Okay Mr. Ronnie it would be nice if you could get to the point quickly. My husband isn't home and Saturday is literally my only day off so.."

"Of course of course ma'am."

"The thing is, Mr. Amaro failed to pay a little loan I gave him and our agreement was to meet here so that I could collect my collateral so to speak," the little creep says with a smile. He goes on to explain how Donnie had borrowed some money from him and his business associate two months ago that was supposed to have been paid back last month. They hadn't been able to contact him by phone and since the agreement had been that if he didn't pay he would hand over the car, they were here to collect.

My heart sinks as his words register in my mind and I realize that once again my husband has put me in yet another precarious situation. Last week he sold my brand new dish washing machine on e-bay while I was at work to "clear some debt". It was then that I noticed a significant amount of my jewelry missing from my jewelry box. When I confronted him about it we'd had a huge argument. First he denied it accusing me of not trusting him and obviously looking down on him because he didn't have a job. For the thousandth time he told me to go find a man who can buy me all my dreams and the conversation turned into how I was nothing but a gold digging, materialistic, spoilt brat. Donnie was good at that, turning the situation around to make it about me and make himself the victim. We talked from 5pm to 2am and I was mentally exhausted at the end of it. The outcome was that he finally admitted to taking my jewelry and pawning it for some extra cash.

"But it's only because I don't have a job baby! I needed the cash. How else will I take care of you?" was his genius explanation.

I was too exhausted to say anything but, "My mom gave me those."

"Don't worry boo I'll get it all back it's not like their gone forever. I just needed to sort out this business deal and then we'll be in the clear. I'll take you for a holiday in Mauritius."