The Mafia Boyfriend

The Surveillance

I woke up in my bed. Something had pulled me from my desperately in need sleep. It had been a long sleep of dreadful dreams. Ones where I could see grey eyes like car lights pointing at me. I had had enough of the sight of Alex and I had only met him once more than 7 days prior.

I checked my phone once I noticed it was blinking. The little purple light was most visible in my darkened room. My phone seemed to be the disturbance to my rest. The blinders were completely down since that was the only way I could sleep - in complete darkness. I dragged my body to a sitting position, rubbing on my heavy lidded honey eyes. A text message from Lia, asking me for a shift swap for tonight. 

Argh, I was excited for my day off. But I was one of those too dumb for themselves kind of people who couldn't say no to other people they liked. And Lia was one of the best nurses I had met. I knew she wouldn't ask for a swap if it wasn't important. The only occasions that she would ask were when her kid was sick. She probably had to stay home and take care of Hayden, her 4 year old son. It would have been my first day off in the last 6 days, but I chose not to tell her and replied with a "Sure, Lia, anything for you". I got dressed while fighting my urge to go back inside the warmness of my sheets.

"Breakfast" tasted like paper when you weren't sleeping enough for a week. Coffee was my best friend and that's saying much from a shit-colored liquid. I drank it gladly, feeling the sourness of the black unsweetened coffee on my tongue. I rested against my kitchen counter while holding the cup, attempting to gain the will to start a new day. 

I put the empty cup that I didn't feel like washing on the kitchen sink and walked to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. The bags under my eyes could actually carry groceries in them. 

Jeez. 

It didn't help that my sleep had been troubled during the few hours I could actually rest in. Besides that, I looked pretty good. I had to give credit to my fit body that I worked hard for. My booty was popping when I turned to the side to check on my tight jeans. If I couldn't have a life outside of the hospital, at least let me be beautiful, I thought. It was one of those days where I needed to pep talk myself in the mirror and ask for strength from up above to leave the house and go to work.

My phone beeped once more when I was about to leave the apartment. I checked before leaving. My stepdad, Charles, had wrote: Wondering how my daughter has been. Call me when you can. I miss you! 

I smiled dearly as I looked at the text writing. My stepdad had been the best thing that had happened to me since my dad had died. How my mom had been able to catch such a good man, I had no idea. But he loved her and treated her kindly. I couldn't quite figure out my mom though. She was selfish and cold. She had even refused to celebrate Christmas in my apartment when it was known that I worked on Christmas' Eve and wouldn't have the time to drive up to her house. She had always been distant throughout my whole childhood, never really trying to build a relationship with me. Even after my dad had died in a car crash and I needed her strength, she had never delivered. She was absolutely lucky to have Charles too. 

I quickly texted him, stating that I would call after my shift. This had made my day brighter. I locked the apartment door while whistling, relishing on the pure joy I felt.

7:45 PM. I'm again in my navy blue scrubs. As I wait for the other staff members to arrive and start the shift pass, I go through my Tinder Matches. I had finally sold myself to the app, finding it so hard to find a good honest man out of a sterilized environment. Until now, I hadn't been the least lucky, only getting nude pictures and dirty requests. But I wasn't giving up yet.

Being done with swiping left so many times, I walked through the ER room, assessing what kind of shift I was gonna have by watching who was on the gurneys. One old lady with hip pain - probably a hip replacement soon, one loud young kid who had shot himself with a nail gun on the foot - why do parents even keep those at arm length? - and one teenage girl suffering from anxiety, from what it seemed. It seemed like any other shift.

I leisurely stood by the counter of the open nursing station, absent minded on my phone, when I saw something in the corner of my eye. Being the good observant I was, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. This suited figure was standing by the ambulance doors, with his body against the wall. He stood in a very relaxed position. His line of sight was direct to me, watching my movements. I froze in my place. My heart beat fastened like I ran 3 flights of stairs and my eyes couldn't move away from him. The same signature tattoos lingered in his arms, with a dark skull that seemed to foretell my future. 

My first instinct was to hide my name tag. He was close enough to be able to read the obvious bold lettering on my big stupid name tag, that I had gotten for Christmas from Lia. Even though this man wasn't Alex, I kind of knew what he was here for. And that scared me the most. I turned around and slowly took the name tag off my left chest pocket and hid it in the pocket of my scrub pants. However, when I turned again to look for the gorilla, he was nowhere to be seen.

******Author Notes

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