Ungodly Lust

Prologue

Iran's P.O.V.

"Rissa! she's gone."

"What the fudge are you talking about?" I responded angrily.

I breathed in trying to calm myself down as I sat up on my bed. Why in the hell would Frank call so early in the morning?

"Fuck, she's gone." 

I didn't have to ask anymore questions, I could hear from his shaky voice that something was seriously wrong.

"Frank, what happened?"

"Rissa, Mom's dead." 

Those words had knocked the air out of me, it made sense, Frank never said my female nickname unless something was wrong, and dang this was wrong.

It took me a full hour to finally get him thinking straight, but at the end of the hour after ending the call I had felt drained.

Why was this happening now? 

Of all times, why did she have to go now?   

I sighed, getting up from my bed and wearing the black T shirt that had been on the floor. I needed to buy a ticket to Scotland.

Getting my laptop I went to the dining room in my apartment to search for a ticket, all the prices were high except one. Even though in my heart I believed it was still expensive I still took it.

I began biting on my lips unsure what to do next. 

It suddenly dawned at me that 

I had to call the owner of the tattoo parlor to inform him that I wouldn't be at work for about 2-3 weeks. 

I had gotten up and scrambled to look for my cell phone, and to my surprise the phone wasn't dead yet. With a sigh I dialed Richard's number hoping that he'd pick up on the first ring.

he did

Richard had let it slide, he had known me to be one of his most hard working men. I couldn't help but smile at how simple it was to get him to agree on my leave, I shook my head and sighed once again in frustration.

I had lost $1400 in just one click of the button, 

I didn't like when things didn't go the way I planned.

   I went to the fridge to get a can of beer, slowly I walked into my room and sat on my bed, my eyes had began to sting.

 With a snap I had opened the can of beer and had taken a big gulp from it, for some reason I wanted to hold back the tears. It had been so long since my emotions went wack on me.

For once I  didn't feel any shame in it.