𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 | 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐣𝐨𝐬

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English translation:
burn my eyes
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time unknown.

Rose left the room promptly after the abrupt rejection. Richards eyes followed her as he carved the dead woman's back open. 'You're only going to lose her that way.' He thought to himself, sighing quietly he stabbed the blade into the dead flesh and jumped off the bed with a soft thud, his pace was fast. He wanted to reach her before she left. It was too late, the front door was slammed on his face. Regardless of his attempt, he pulled the door open and was about to follow— except the woman on his bed began to whine out loudly, gasping in excruciating pain. Cussing under his breath, he closed the front door and flicked the locks while running back to his room: he had a job to finish.

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Rose left the building as fast as she could, a few tears escaped her eyes as she walked. But she was quick in wiping them away and hiding her puffy red eyes behind her cigarette smoke. Her hands were shaking and the cold wind wasn't being much help to her case. Flagging down a cab, she was caught off guard by Michael who was just walking by. "Rose?" He called out, her shoulders tensed up as she turned with a sniffle. "Oh hey, I didn't even see you—" She smiled and was quick to give him a gentle greeting hug. "Are you alright?" She nodded, "I've been feeling really homesick lately, I shouldn't— because this new life has given me so much..although I can't help but to miss the simplicity of what I used to have." She put out her cigarette and kicked it to the side gently. "That's understandable, where were you about to head to? If you don't mind my asking." He adjusted the collar of his silk top. "Wherever the train could take me, I wanted to explore the city or do some shopping." Rose breathed out and tugged lightly on her beanie, "I see.. enjoy yourself and be safe and here." He handed her one of his cards, "go crazy." Michael smirked, She nodded with a big smile and walked off. The cab she flagged down had been long gone, and walking wouldn't hurt either.

During her walk, she considered leaving California. Richards threats held no real meaning to her anymore. She could easily color her hair dark, take up some of the modeling offers in New York— even change her name. Was she getting too ahead of herself? The thought of running away and escaping from his grasp brought an unexpected rush of serotonin, she had goosebumps. Suddenly, a frown came across her face. She didn't want Michael finding out either, modeling wouldn't do..and living in New York would be extremely expensive. She hadn't felt this excited since the time her dad took her out stargazing during those rare days he went sober.

In the back of her mind, she began making a mental list of what she could do to make it out there. Tonight she'd begin her search of places she could stay at and pay with michaels money. Would she be fucked up for it? Would he be upset? Before Rose was way too far away from the condo, she withdrew cash and sent it to her own account— one that she had made before ever meeting both men. They were both so stinking rich, that they wouldn't notice a change in their accounts, once she was satisfied with the amount sitting in her account along with her savings. She put everything away and settled in smoking another cigarette and heading to do her shopping.

The afternoon turned to evening and the sun had set, it was dark and cold out. The cab she had taken, was drowned in bags from designer clothing stores. She quietly stared out at some of the familiar streets and turns, everything was planned out in her head— everything was going to go extremely smooth. Everything had already been done while she was out. All she had to do, was pack and leave while they slept. She'd try her best not to think about the trip either, especially with the way Michael could read everything about her. She was a book to him, a book he could easily read from her posture—to her facial expressions. He had made a mental outline of her body in his head as well. As strange as that seemed. Rose would have to tiptoe around them until the flight. Which happened to be at dawn. Paying the taxi driver once the vehicle came to a stop, she grabbed all her items and made her way back up.

All the reassurance she had in leaving, was sealed once Richard made it obvious that they meant nothing to each other. He seemed to have "adapted" to the "new world" already, she saw no use for herself besides being his personal fuck toy. As hot as it seemed, not only did it crush her cervix but it crushed her soul and heart every time. He was easy to shrug off the intimate act and it made her feel like shit. He'd adapt fine without her, and Michael could easily find someone else more of his class. That is how, she had made up her mind so quickly. Making her way inside their place, she went straight into her room and locked the door. Breathing out, she began to put the clothes away— as she normally would and stared at the saved boarding pass in her Apple wallet, a heavy exhale left her lungs. The screen glared back at her unforgivingly.

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Date Class Boarding Time Gate Seat
13Nov 1st 4:30am B5 1A

Origin: [||||\\\||||]]]]||||||]
Los Angeles, CA. Please be at gate at
boarding time.
Destination:
New York, JFK. [|||\|||\|||\\\|||||[|]
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Raking her fingers through her messy hair, she smiled at the screen and locked her phone screen. Looking into the closet, she pulled out an old leather LV suitcase and began to stuff her belongings inside.

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