Coming back home - sucked. Amsterdam- the big bold city with a lots of energy and my small-ass town, you can not really compare. I took two buses and walked to get to my apartment. There was no limo or prepaid taxi to take me around. The muddy snow and salt was getting on my shoes, the sky was gray and I could see the dark smoke coming out of two tall chimneys which were part of small factory we had i our town. How sad? I got off the old noisy bus with my suitcase and walked towards my street. It was close to the four p.m. There was many people and mostly kids around - coming back from work or from school.
"Hello Michaela,' i had no chance to avoid Mrs. Kowalski - she was our neighbor. Old fashion, always curious, rumors loving widow, who lived her life with her small poodle.
"Hello Mrs. Kowalski." We had to take a elevator ride together.
"You've been traveling?" She looked at my suitcase, while she was holding her dog in her arms.
"Yes. Just for a weekend."
"Hmm..lucky you. Did you heard what happened to Millar's?" Millars were another neighbors, they lived two floors down. "She left him..I saw her leaving with her bags yesterday."
"That's sucks." Millars were young couple. I think they got married year ago..She was hot mess and he was jealous macho..Finally! The elevator stopped in my floor. I said bye and left.
Nobody was home. My mom usually finishes at work around two..It was quite and clean inside. I put my suitcase in my room, unpacked and took a shower.
I was missing that feeling of coming home and feel - I'm home, I'm happy. I was walking around the apartment. I turned the tv on and turned it off, i opened fridge and closed it.
While I was sitting on the sofa I realized that I had a camera in my purse. I was going through my pictures from Amsterdam. I did not take many..It was mostly city sights and me..There was couple of pictures of Camille - one in the Limo on the way to Zebra and other one was some blurry picture of her licking some girl's nipple..What? When this did happened? As I was going through the pictures there was one picture in the boat- it was picture of me smiling with the wind blowing my hair into my face and from the profile i could see Him..Just little bit in the corner of the picture. I zoomed it in, but it become more blurry..Hmm...I should ask for his number or something..Why? Well I could see him again..Really? He lives in different country and he travels a lot..There is zero chance he would come to see you here in this shit hole..I should have sex with him..Just once - it would worth it!
Crrrr.....Crrrr my cell started to ring. It was Vanda..
"Hello?" I answered.
"Michaela? ..Hello..Are you alive?" I could tell that Vanda was still bitter.. She did not asked about me much.."What are you doing? Can we meet for the coffee..I have to talk to you.."
I was little bit tired, but I agreed. I covered myself with thick coat and warm hat..It was snowing hard outside. Me and Vanda met over the Corso - small Cafe off the main street. When I got there, she was already sitting at one of the tables far in back. I loved the warmth and that sweet smell of the sugar and coffee in the air.
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That Bitch..
RomanceI was not born a bitch, i became one..thanks to you.. He pulled my hair back, i felt his breath on my neck.."You like to play, huh?" I whispered feeling his desire..He looked in my eyes..I could see the fire in his eyes.."..than you will cry." I sai...
