Sacrifices ☆H.S☆

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She stormed out of the car walking furiously into the house. As always making me seem as the bad guy in the story.
I didn't know why she was afraid of needles so I thought it was funny her strong rude ass was so scared of something like that. I got out of the car, and slowly walked to the house, looking for a way of escaping from what was next. God in moments like this I hate her!

I walked into the house to find her talking on her phone. At least!

-"Yes Mom"- She muttered, walking into the kitchen. -"Mhmm... yes...of course"- She continued, opening the fridge, and taking out a can of ice cream.
-"Definitely"- She said rolling her eyes and opening the can. I took a spoon from one of the thingies she's put to "decorate" the kitchen, which actually doesn't make much sense, but I don't mind them. -"Yes... yes, I'm eating... ice cream"- She said with her mouth full of ice cream. I looked at her in disbelief. Like two minutes ago she was screaming at me and shit. -"Yeah right... here"- She said handing me the phone.

-"What?"- I asked confused, looking down at the phone in her hand. 

-"Talk"- I shook my head no, trying to escape but she grabbed my arm burying her nails in it. I looked at her pleading for mercy as she placed the phone in my ear.

-"Hello?"- I whispered after the phone was already on my ear and her mum probably already heard me whisper-shout I didn't want to talk.

-"Oh hi Harry! How are you?"

-"Fine thank... you"- on the other side of the line Davina's father's voice sounded, asking for the phone as her mother argued back saying she really wanted to talk to me.

-"I've been calling you for days, you fucker"- Her father started-"Stay in the fucking line and act cool, you idiot"

-"Yes ma'am"

-"This is a fucking disaster, I've lost dozens of clients in Asia, the ones in America are really paranoid right now, I've lost more money than I thought and the fucking police are on my back, I've managed it for a while but I don't know how much of them I'm gonna be able to buy, business is going downhill while you're playing house with my daughter!"

I looked at Davina eating her ice cream with a smile, asking me with a movement of her head how was the conversation. I answered with a thumb up and a fake smile that apparently pleased her.

-"Of course Mrs. Taruk, we're doing great"

Davina smiled at the mention of her mom.

-"The problem does not end there, another one of my men was found dead, and I don't know how they connected him to me, he was the one in charge of the deal in customs... he was brutally murdered and there was a note in his body with my name"- I walked a little bit away from her so she wouldn't hear the screams of her dad. -"Do you understand the situation?"- He continued- "I'm fucked, thankfully we found the body before the police did, but now where i'm gonna find a trusted person to be in customs, it's going to be months until I recover from this... He knows what he's doing, Harry, he fucking knows and you have the nerve of not answering the damn phone for 2 weeks... I've lost money, clients, men, family members even, and the only way to contact you was tricking Davina, I'm going to fucking kill you with my own hands"

-"Of course you could have called before"- I said walking to the fridge, I opened it taking one of the juices, purposely dripping it all over my shirt.

-"Omg baby!"- Davina said walking to me. -"Take it off, I'm gonna clean it before the stain ever comes off"- At least her obsession for keeping everything clean and in order worked in my favor.

I quickly took it off, she grabbed it looking at me for a few seconds until I started to blush. I grabbed her by her shoulders, turning her to make her walk out of the kitchen. The smirk on her face almost made me forget about the phone call.