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Brooklyn, a normal girl trying to make it in life.
One encounter was all it took for her to get involved in something bigger.
Diavolo, an...
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EDITED: 18th March 2019.
Brooklyn.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm at 6:00 pm. I yawned and stretched my limbs, I had to get ready for the so-called 'date' with Diavolo.
I had taken a nap, to refresh myself and take out the tiredness out of my body. I got up and went to the washroom, looking in the mirror I saw the stitched wound on my forehead.
I touched it wincing when it caused a burning sensation on contact with my fingers. It still didn't heal, and the nurse had told me to apply the antiseptic cream and use it on a daily bases.
I took a shower careful with the wounds on my legs, shoulder, and forehead. Thankfully, the accident didn't cause any severe internal damages just some minor ones like a broken rib which healed when I was in the coma. Other than that, there were only scratches and stitches on my skin which I knew would heal and become scars.
I stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my dripping body. I picked up an outfit and some underwear, just as I changed into my undergarments my mother came in the room.
"Are you going somewhere, Brook?" She asked, surprised.
"Yeah. Coffee with a friend." I said, nonchalantly slipping on my off-shoulder romper.
She narrowed her eyes into slits, "Are you out of your mind? You just got discharged from the hospital and you want to go out? Rest and allow yourself to heal. You can go some other day." She said worrisome.
"Mom, I am fine. I feel fine. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be going. And if I don't feel good I will come back home immediately." I said reassuringly.
"But--," She started protesting, but I cut her off.
"I'll be fine, mother. I am not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself." I said, beginning to get annoyed. I understood her concern, I really did but I am 23 and an adult. I could take care of myself very well.
She sighed in defeat, "Okay. Go. But if anything happens, anything you call me right away." She said sternly.
I nodded, "Yes I will. I promise." I said and she gave me a pat on my head, putting the medicines and antiseptic creams on my side table and leaving the room.
I shook my head, smiling. Mothers. I looked at the time, it was almost 6:45 and I hurriedly combed my hair, swiping a light coat of mascara on my eyelashes and lipgloss on my lips. I took one of the creams and applied it on my wounds as well.
I was walking down the stairs when I heard the doorbell ring. I looked at the time on my watch, 7:00.
"I'll get it," I yelled before anyone else could open the door.
When I opened the door, I saw a very well-dressed and hot Diavolo standing, with a smirk on his handsome face. I checked him out shamelessly, how could someone be this gorgeous? My hands itched to touch his soft looking hair, and I almost did before I heard a cough.
