She had a life before it just went blank. As if a flip had been switched and she was thrusted into a new life, a normal life.
Phoenix Ruiz, a CEO during the day and promiscuous during the nights was oblivious to the fact that her old life is catchi...
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Victoria POV:
Today is the day everyone dreads. It is the day after the blood splatter and carnage, the day where we mourn for our dead loved ones and the day everything finally sets in. I didn’t want this day to come and now that it is here I wish it would just go by in a blur. I have been in my moms old room looking at all the pictures of us and dad.
We were so happy, you can feel it radiating off of each picture. So where did it all go wrong? My question had been answered when I looked at the next picture. Mom did not have her stunning smile on her face, instead a deep scowl was present and you apsaras in her eyes the worry and fear. Dad had his signature cold expression, showing nothing and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Then there was me and Ana, blind to their unhappiness but stuck in our own world of princess and ponies. Who knew that it would all change so quickly for me more than her. She got off so fucking easy and that makes me so mad but envious. I moved on to her closet and decided to look through all her clothes. Damn ma you had style was what I thought until I saw a note on the dresser that said,
“Here you go, you needed better style anyway,” of course it was signed by Theresa. Only her I thought with a chuckle.
What had caught my eye had been this beautiful crown that had red jewels but gave off a very nice black shadow effect. Honestly it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Why hadn’t mom ever worn this? When I picked it up a click sound went off and I quickly put it back down going into a defensive stance. What I wasn’t ready for was a wall to move and a path to be revealed. Cautiously I walked down the long stairwell and ended up face to face with a door.
There were muffled voices that sounded oddly familiar but I really couldn’t be sure with the door being shut. My palms began to sweat and my pulse quickened in anticipation to what might be behind the door. I took a deep breath, twisted the door knob and swung the door open. A loud gasp left my lips in response to what I’m seeing. How? When? What? Huh? That’s impossible.
The last thought in my head was that this was fucking impossible before the world spun around not allowing me to have my grip on the floor and I collapsed onto the floor. I jumped up and surveyed my surroundings noticing that I am back in my moms closet with nothing out of place. There is no way I dreamt all that up, I went back to the crown I was looking at and picked it up waiting for that same click but it never came.
All this stress must be getting to my head but something in my gut was telling me that what I saw was real. Shaking my head of such thoughts I went in search of my not so little sister. Walking through the hallways gave me a good feeling of nostalgia yet it also saddens me to know that we will never have them again. When I reached Ana’s door I heard her muffled sobs and my heart broke for her. She was always the favorite and to lose dad was more hard on her than me. She was a daddy’s girl while I was a mommy’s girl.
