Sins ♕ / Justin Bieber / Jason McCann / Shawn Mendes

[2] Roses

I woke up with a bitter feeling sinking down my throat. The past night at the club with that individual was most likely one of the weirdest one I lived in that place.
As soon as I left the room to inform Petra of the event she went back to the room to kick out the guy but he was nowhere to be found, it looked as if he completely disappeared.

8:00pm my electronic watch flashed on my bedside table. I stood up tiredly stretching my arms up afterwards. I slept for over a couple of hours and naps weren't really something I particularly enjoyed.

I took a quick look of my outfit on the mirror of my wardrobe and tidied it up a bit. My clothes looked decent enough for a walk to buy the necessities left for my grandmothers' birthday in a week time. I passed through the kitchen and spotted a white note with my grandmothers' handwriting in blue ink.

''I've gone to buy a couple of things. You have the rose by the entrance drawers, I'll be back soon
Love you XO''

I rested the note on the counter again and approached the main door. Just like she said there was a rose by the entrance. For the past three months someone has been sending me a white rose on a weekly basis, every Monday evening someone knocks and leaves a flower on the doormat. Sometimes me or my grandmother would spy through the peephole or the windows but we never succeed on seeing who it was.

I frowned in confusion as I gently picked up the beautiful rose and analysed it carefully so I wouldn't cut myself with the thorns. The rose was red, a deep crimson red which resembled the lights of the private room. Usually, whoever sent the flowers, would leave a white rose instead.

I left it back on the top of the drawers and opened the front door. I locked the house and walked downstairs. Our house was particular, it was a two houses building. At the ground floor our neighbour Mrs.Jenkins occupied it. She was a lovely elder who took care of me whenever my grandparents had to go somewhere outside. She always has this smile plastered on her face and makes delicious chocolate cakes.

I handed the woman at the fruit shop the exact currency I had to pay. She placed the pineapples inside a plastic back and smiled warmly as she directed it towards me. I smiled back at her and grabbed the bag by the handles. I finally bought all the equipment for the recipe of the pineapple pie my grandmother taught me when I was little. We would always make it on Sundays and make a delicious mess inside the kitchen. I wanted to give her a great surprise by making her one by myself since lately we haven't been able to do one.

I sighed tiredly as I finally reached home. Two hours had passed by. I got hypnotised by the beautiful showcases displayed by several shops on my way back home and that sucked a noticeable amount of my time.

I picked the pineapples from the plastic bag and placed them inside the fridge discretely behind some jars at the bottom so my grandmother wouldn't notice them. I pulled a strand of my hair which swung freely on my face behind my head.

I hid the marine blue bag inside one of my drawers which I knew my grandmother wouldn't check. It contained an electric blue leather purse with a golden metal lock and a case which protected a matching necklace of shappire and blue zircon. It cost me the money earned of three long and tedious Summer months working in the club, requesting any extra job so I could squeeze any more dollars. It was worth it for my grandmothers' happiness.

I laid in bed sighing pleasantly, my fingers running through my dark straight hair and curling it at the ends. I closed my eyes gradually until I heard a loud collision. My eyes opened widely and I stood from my bed in matters of seconds. I kept myself quiet for a couple of seconds which felt like minutes trying to perceive any other noise. I placed my phone on my bedside table and I finally left my room and checked around the house. Everything seemed to be in place and no hint of disturbance was present. Realisation hit me as it could have been originated from Mrs.Jenkins house.