Liv's POV:
Dear diary,
Its been 2 months. G is dead and I am alone. All alone. Yes, I had other friends too but after that even I lost all of them little by little. G was the only one who stood by me. That night, G died and a man showed up and saved me. I want to meet that man. I want to know his name. I want to see his face. He saved my life twice. I want to know who he was. I want to repay him. At least I want to know who he was. I woke up in the hospital and I came to know that I was drowning and a man helped me. He took me to the hospital and left. He paid my bills. I woke up after 2 weeks. I wish I knew him.
"Argent, where the fuck are you?" My dad called me from downstairs and I closed my diary and ran downstairs.
About my dad, I wish I never had him. Jasper Wilson. I never wanted his name anyways. So, I kept my grandpa's name. He never treated me like a daughter. He would beat me up for nothing so I could end up in the hospital. Someone from the hospital called him from my records. So, he had to come here. I would never invite him to my place.
"Yes, Wilson. What do you want now?" I asked him looking at his pissed off face.
"I have told you too many times don't say my name. I am your father." He yelled in my face.
"Just being my father doesn't make you my father. You have to earn the relation which you will never mind to do." Just saying that I earned a punch on my face and fell back. I felt weak all of a sudden.
"You are a bitch just like your mother." He mocked me.
"Don't blame my mother." I stand up and again and went outside the house. I felt too dizzy and it was happening from the past week. Maybe I was weak from the incident. I felt hungry so I went to the café nearby, my other best friend, my lifeline work. I entered the café. Looked at her and waved. She ran towards me.
"Liv, where were you from the 2 months. What happened. No calls, no meetings bitch. Only texts you know I can't live like that. I admit life without Gerry is so empty for you but hey, you should move on. At least he would have wanted that for you." She hugged me.
"I have something to tell you. Long story but it can be told over lunch. What you say." I winked at her.
"Sure, I am about to take off. Let's go somewhere else." She took off her apron and held my hand. After 10 minutes we were sitting in the restaurant. I told her the whole story of that night and chit chat about here and there.
"My goodness. Are you okay? Why the fuck didn't you tell me before?" She concerned.
"You know how strong I am to hold a hurricane. I am so sorry but I was scared and maybe if you knew you would have gotten in trouble for that." I smiled.
"That's why I love you so much. You are a complete caring and loving person but can be a selfish bitch sometimes." And the waiter came with the order. As he set the dish of pasta in front of me, I wanted to puke. I stood up hurriedly putting my hand over my mouth running towards the restroom. I came back and there was she showering me with questions.
"What happened?" She asked me.
"Nothing. I just don't feel like eating." I said.
"Did you throw up, Liv?" She asked concerningly.
"Yeah, like that." I shrug.
"You must see a doctor. Let's go." And there she goes. Once she said something she is determined and will not leave it until it's done. So, I gave up, I wanted to see a doctor too because this was happening all this week. Whenever I would eat or I smell food, I wanted to puke. We sat in her car and she drove me to the hospital.
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Mafia Den
Romance"How...." My words dropped in my throat as his grip on my neck fastened and he pushed me more into the wall. I groaned in pain. "Yes or No?" His eyes were burning flames of red fire now. "Yes." I managed to say and he let go of my neck immediately...
