Dangerous Love (REWRITTING THE WHOLE BOOK)

Chapter 8

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My wildest imagination couldn't have thought of ever living in a place like this. You wouldn't see this place in MTV cribs and not even in the best place to live ads! This place was something right off a GQ magazine.

The exterior of the building was covered with bricks that looked as new as they can get. The lobby had chandlers covering the ceiling and a desk at the far end. The elevators stood in the middle right between the lounging chairs.

"This is all amazing." Eliza awed while staring at her releftion on the metal reflecting elevatore doors. The ceiling of the elevatore was a mirror like something you'll see at a sex crazed man's bedroom ceiling. 

This most have been my thrid trip back on the elevatore but who's complaining? With a design like this and perftion at it's finest. 

The inerior resembled a hotel in a way. Not the normal apartmets back in San Jose, California. A sudden pang hit my stomach at the thought of my old home town. Born and raise there but my linage begins somwhere in Italy. Oddly my mother never told me no matter how many times I asked.

Eliza picked up he last suit case when the numbers on the elevator got higher and higher until we fnally stopped at the last one. Floor 26.

The black with white spots marble floor started the second you stepped out of the elevator. You'd expect it to stop there but it doesn't until you're directly in front of the white tiled floor of the kitchen. The stairs didn't have a railing like most homes do but on the side was a trail of painting that ended at the end of the floor. Three bedroom were on the  second floor and another three were one the living room floor. I would say first floor but that would lead you all the way down to the lobby and that would just be messed up.

No one hesitated to claim their bedroom when we first got here except for Blake. Even I limped my way upstairs until I got to the last door in the second floor. The room was kinda like mine back at the house. Big and roomy but the colors were all off. Instead of the dark red walls I grew to love I was stuck with a pale purple shade and lavender bed sheets. At least the bed was a queen. Much like my other room this one had a large floor to ceiling windoe that led out to the balcony. The balcony extended the whole side of the exterior wall. Two brick walls the height of my toe to my hip dived the balcony into sections and I could see the windows of the other two rooms on my floor. 

Mia stuck with her word. She didn't help me get my luggage upstairs but who needed her when you had four other roommates that are more than happy to help a injured new girl. I only made a few trips back and fourth but nonetheless the pain came back making the area around my thigh burn. I didn't have the energy to change out of my pajama shorts this morning so that's all I wore along with my PJ tank top that ended just below my waist line. 

In this middle of my dream town and this is what I wore.

I leaned over the railing pressing my stomach against the cold metal bars. The cool wind hit my bare skin making me shiver agaist the cold air but I didn't want to move. I love the how cold the air is when you're this high up. It almost reminds me of home. When I was a child I spent hurs on the toof of my home. Wheneer my so called friends came mom would make me come down and spent time with them.

My eight year old mind knew who my real friends were and who weren't. Only reason the girls in my class came over was because of my huge room. They said otherwise but I wasn't dumb. Living in a manison on the edge of town made people curious and full of shit.

Another gush of wind hit my face, blowing my hair behind me in tangles. Goosebumbs popped out all over my bare skin 

My mothers words rang in my head, repeating what she had always said to me.