Purity

Chapter 3

By the time the cab rolled up to the parking lot in front of my apartment, my eyes were swollen and red.

I silently payed the cab driver and quickly got out.

I walked up to my doorstep and reached for my purse to grab my house keys but just touched air.

I looked down and realized I no longer had my purse, it was too late to chase after the cab that was already gone.

I made a mental reminder to call the taxi company in the morning with the house phone since I had also left my cellphone in the purse.

Reaching down and blindly fumbling with the doormat, I felt a cold, metallic object touch my fingertips.

I was immediately relieved to see that the house key was there, I unlocked my door and stepped into the dim hallway.

I attempted to distract myself of all the events that had occurred just hours before by making myself food and straightening up my apartment.

But every single thing I did led my mind to drift back to Giovanni, the truth was I still couldn't believe it.

My brain couldn't process it, I happened to be working at a strip club that Giovanni just happened to be in and also just happened to waltz into an alley where I was being held "captive".

Everything was so coincidental and so perfectly connected, this would have been great and something to definitely celebrate.

That is if some movie worthy scene would have occurred and we would have ran to each other and I would have jumped into his arms like I hadn't seen him in 300 years.

In fact, it was quite the opposite. Well, first he called me ugly which means nothing compared to the unspoken words behind his eyes.

Giovanni was always a very sealed person, he never expressed his opinion about anything but I could always tell how he truly felt about something by his eyes.

So, tonight all his eyes said were disgust and no trace of recognition.

At all.

Here I was, sitting on my couch, evaluating everything when I shouldn't even care.

That was my problem.

That's always been my problem and it's why I'm such a target.

That's why everyone always fücked me over.

Orabella Abate cared too much.

Maybe my childhood was a bit too empty like a cup with a hole that could never be filled.

But to be honest, the person that made all the choices to do what he did was Giovanni.

Nobody else, and nobody should have to suffer or be affected by it.

The past is the past and it was time to move on just like Giovanni had.

I snapped out of my zone and got up to go change into my comfortable sleeping clothes.

I slipped on my shorts and heard a knock on the door as I threw off my shirt and slipped on a long, over sized t-shirt.

I wondered who would be knocking at my house at this time, I curiously walked to the door and opened it.

I was met with my neighbor's red eyes, she was those people that tried to be potheads but actually only smoked on 4/20.

"Can I help you, Liz?", I asked as politely as I could seeing as though she had come to my door at two in the morning.

"Uhh, can I have some sugar?", she said.

I stifled a laugh, "yeah, I'll be right back", I shuffled into the kitchen and gave her the entire jar without thinking.

She smiled and gave me a wave as she strolled back to her apartment.

I turned off the light in the kitchen and went back to my bedroom, immediately falling asleep.

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I heard someone pounding at my door for the second time that night.

I groaned and rolled over to see on my alarm clock that it was now five in the morning.

I got up and rushed to the door to cuss out the person that was knocking harder each time.

If it was Liz I was gonna smack that bítch so hard with a pot that she would finally earn her title as a pothead. 

I roughly opened the door, "you listen here little bïtch, knock on my door one more fücking time and you're gonna regret it".

I found myself looking into the eyes of Giovanni, I didn't falter though. I didn't make my surprise evident.

"Hey stranger, how come you're at my house? I find it a bit odd to visit someone you're not even acquainted with, especially at this time. Come on, don't you have some manners... oh I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name there kiddo.", I sarcastically said.

"Here's your purse", he said as he dropped my purse onto my doormat and swiftly walked down the stairs and got into his car.

I watched as he drove away in shock and confusion.

"I'm not thankful, you ass!", I screamed out desperately trying to get the last word in.

I walked back into my apartment and entered my living room with the purse in my hand.

I set it down on my coffee table and pulled out my phone to check if I had gotten any notifications.

No Notifications

I sighed and got up to go back to bed but something caught my eye.

I noticed something popping out from inside of the purse, I reached inside and grabbed a piece of paper.

A Few of our Memories

•When we nursed the baby pigeon back to health.

•When I broke my arm when I was trying to impress you by jumping off the swing.

•The last day I saw you and we played bocce.

You don't know the complete story and things are more complicated than you think it to be. I had no choice and I don't want to explain my motives on a piece of paper.

Meet me @ Desuna Cafe today at 11 a.m

Sounds like a plan, Gio.

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this chapter is highkey bad oops );