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"I don't fuck around, piccola ragazza." The firm, thick words rolled off his tongue effortlessly, his eyes turning into a glare.
A piercing cold, metal barrel pushed against the right side of my skull, his motions perplexingl...
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There are moments in my life that closely correspond to an hourglass-like the never ending, impending tasks, the high strung edge always on my back, the shape of my body (if I must be so pompous), and the pestering errors or destructive paths I foolishly tend to take. In other words, my life hasn't resulted in the manner I planned when I was just an innocent little girl. When the only thing I would dream about was the man I was going to marry, and if I was going to give birth to a girl named Juliana. When my dream career of being a chef was so achievable, all I had to do was practice, practice, practice as my stern mother would state.
I never meant to steer my life through the course it took, nor did I mean to get involved with something so perilous.
It's feasible that I was blinded by the money and love, however, I always had this anxiety etched at the back of my brain telling me to escape. That it wasn't too late. That my family would be right there as my savior, regardless of the troublesome matter I plopped myself in.
When I first found out that Elijah was cheating on me, it was utterly heart-wrenching. The stubborn lump in my throat failed to diminish and I was left gasping for breath, my eyes blurred by the thick tears that trailed down my cheeks. As any average person would do, I drowned myself in doubtful thoughts, wondering if my abilities were at fault. Yet, there was this measly voice of confidence, assuring me it was because he had commitment issues and surely it was his loss.
Nevertheless, he came crawling back like the spineless bastard he was, practically kissing my feet as he begged on the floor. And you could infer from this situation that he was the dense dumbass, trying to get himself into a relationship of no trust-but you would stand dumbfounded, since I was the mindless bitch that took him back. Because, although I liked to think I was independent, I needed the stableness of a someone who could be there for me. Which is completely ironic if you ask me, seeing as my relationship was anything but stable.
To prove how unstable it was, Elijah practically called for my death wish for his own selfish benefit.
The night sky was rather daunting as I drove down the familiar streets, the lamp posts only emitting enough light to see the shadows of those who walked on the sidewalk. There was this bubbling feeling of anxiety in the pit of my stomach, which I quickly wrote off due to the stressful night at the restaurant, Mariano's. We were utterly slammed and I was still new to the whole waitressing thing, but who knew that would be the last thing I would have to worry about when I walked into my apartment.
The smell of the elderly lady's smoke exuded through the air as I passed her lit cigarette, sharing brief eye contact as I entered the building. She grumbled something unintelligible, snapping her bright blue eyes towards the street. I kept my eyes down as I walked up the creaking stairs, hearing the rushed, pattering footsteps beside me as my heels added to the annoying sounds. My headache was pounding furiously in my head and the last thing I wanted to think about was Elijah fucking up my life.
