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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 was this bright, glimmering light blanketing the entirety of my body through the thin, pellucid curtains. It was the source of my awakening, despite my resistance of dreaming on and forgetting the previous, troubled affairs. Yet, my mind couldn't rest with the uncanny silence that seemingly spawned a ringing sound, which was something I used to find comfort in. Currently, it was producing this anxious frenzy within my body, the trembles reappearing from before I fell asleep.
"Fuck me," I raspily groaned under my breath, curling my body towards the edge of the bed to free my legs from under the covers. When my feet hit the bitter, wooden floor, it sent even more of a shock throughout my spine, catering to the subtle shake within my bones. I disregarded it to try and rid of the jitters, opping to getting some fresh coffee from the dainty coffee shop down the street.
Hence the reason I pulled on some grey, cotton sweatpants and a thick, white hoodie. My hair was resting in the mess bun I slept in, having migrated from the top of my head, to the crease of my neck. There was no urge to fix it, nor did I want to delay the coffee any longer than I already had.
It was my only ounce of hope in a time of distress.
When I arrived outside into the cool, sunny weather, my eyes subconsciously scanned my surroundings. I must have appeared mildly suspicious to my fellow neighbors or the bystanders, but my desires did not wish to be presentable and usual-which could be displayed through my outfit choice and unbrushed hair. No, my desires relied on my safety, and whether I had someone watching me or not.
Because against the logical, secured person I tend to be, my decision to work for Leo has gotten me exactly where I should have expected. Now there was this undoubtful criticism I laid upon my shoulders-no doubt-but to be fair I was utterly desperate. A month ago, I was in between jobs, not quite landing the new waitressing job I scored only a week ago. My mother had been in the hospital for her usual chemo treatments when she suddenly collapsed-hooks attached and everything. My father struggled as it was in Montreal, going back and forth between Albany so he could see her. But when they found out about her heart condition, the expenses got severe.
Which was heartbreaking, since I'd seen her in the hospital, only living two hours away. Her beautiful, voluminous hair I always admired was shaved to the skin, her pigment as pale as paper. Her deep green eyes were almost lifeless at times, her movements so soft and faint, she could barely grasp onto her spoon. I swear my heart was slowly shattering the more I watched her, and the more I watched my father suffer from witnessing his soulmate's slow demise.
However, the doctors were uplifting and optimistic, revealing her growth and how far she's come regardless of the new heart condition. Hence the reason, I aspired for a better job, telling my father I would help with some of their bills whether he wanted me to or not. He was drowning, barely able to lift his head above the water at times, but once I met Leo in that grocery store, it was like he could breathe again.
