The moonlight spilled into my room, too damn calm for a night like this.I guess at a time like this you're meant to say something deep and poetic.
'I can't be bothered'
I stood on the balcony, cigarette between my fingers, smoke curling past my face, mixing with the faint sting of blood dripping from the cut on my abdomen , a parting gift from tonight's mission.
"Shit." I hissed and grabbed a bandage from my desk, wrapping it tight. Another night, another scar.
I scrunched my brows at the slight pain but didn't make a sound despite the pure agony I was feeling and unfortunately it wasn't just the injury.
"No point whining like a little bitch about it," I muttered, collapsing onto my bed. I shut my eyes and forced myself to sleep.
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The next morning ,I was woken up by the blinding lights of the sun reflecting on my face
"Ughhh, who let the sun out?" I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head for two seconds before giving up.
The maid who had just opened up the curtains,bowing her head "good morning young miss"
I shuffled to the mirror and squinted at my reflection,Chestnut eyes staring back at me"Gosh I'm hot "
A little narcissism never hurt anyone. I let down my black hair with faded red streaks, ruffled,"Life might be crappy but at least it came with good looks" I rubbed my chin admiring myself.
"Minus the drool," I muttered, wiping the corner of my lips, grabbing a towel, and heading to the shower.
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Thirty minutes later, I stepped out wrapped in a towel, replaced the bandage on my stomach, and headed into my walk-in closet.
I pulled on a white shirt and a pair of light blue jeans that hugged my ass perfectly.
"Ooh, my ass looks amazing in these," I smile
'Yes I'm insufferable when it comes to my looks get used to it'
I grabbed my phone, then bent down and reached under the bed, pulling out a small box. From a hidden drawer, I took out a tiny silver key and unlocked it.
Inside was my sapphire pendant,Eyes filled with nostalgia I traced the gem with my thumb,a routine I practiced every chance I got
It was my way of reassuring her I would find her.
'One day I'll find you'
A silent affirmation that kept me going everyday.
With a sigh I put it back into the box,I would have carried it with me everywhere but it was too precious to lose especially with my job.
Suddenly my phone makes a bing sound bringing me out of my trance. I check the notification,it was a message from Zoey.
My phone made a ding.
Zoey :HEY BITCH!!! wassup wanna hang out"
ME:"Sure it's been a while since I've gone out"
Zoey"yayy finally you hermit !!!!,okay text me when you get to my place "
Zoey:"byee love you
ME:"Lyt see ya"
I shoved the phone into my pocket and headed downstairs where, unfortunately, the two people I really couldn't stand were sitting there eating breakfast.
Nicole,my father's wife,She thrives off leeching, her only skill being the perfect trophy wife he apparently needed. With her annoying personality, I'm honestly surprised he hasn't shot her yet.
'She must be that good in bed huh.'
And her daughter Sophie, the walking definition of fake innocence
'Mind you she's in her early 20s ,so it's just sad.'
Nicole sipped her jasmine tea like she thought she was in a perfume commercial. Sophie sat there smiling all sweet and saintly.
I wasn't in the mood for their bullshit.
I sat, started eating, breathing a sigh of relief that my father wasn't around.
I feel the gaze of both Nicole and Sophie but I couldn't be bothered to acknowledge their presence.
"Cecilia," Nicole said, voice dripping with condescension.
"It's been fourteen years. Don't you think it's time to stop with this rebellious attitude? You're twenty-four now, dear. Please refrain from these silly habits. I'm sure your father wouldn't be happy to hear how you treat me and your sister."
I slowly set down my fork.
"Sister?" I repeated.
"That is a strong word, don't you think? We shouldn't throw it around so casually," I said, taking a sip of my orange juice with all the sarcasm I could muster.
I leaned back in my chair, studying her like something unpleasant stuck to the bottom of my shoe.
"I don't have a sister," I said calmly.
My gaze shifted to Nicole.
"Just a pretentious dog living under my roof because her mother drugged my father into sleeping with her."
Nicole's teacup hit the saucer with a sharp clink. She went red instantly, about to explode.
Sophie grabbed her mother's hand, voice trembling perfectly on cue. "No, Mother. She's right. As much as I want to be seen as her sibling, I can't force her to." She even threw in a little sniffle.
'If she's going for a tragic puppy, she's nailing it.'
Then Sophie turned to me, lower lip trembling. "But even if you don't see me as one, I still see you as my sister, Cecilia."
'If you're gonna do the sweet girl act at least make it believable,this is just pure cringe' i roll my eyes
Then she turns to me and says "but even still I still see you as my sister, even if you don't accept me" Sophie says as she tries to 'hold back her tears',her lips trembling .
'If what she's going for is a pathetic homeless dog she's doing an amazing job'
Nicole sighed dramatically. "Cecilia, look what you've done. Apologize to her right now."
Sophie quickly added, "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. It's not your fault."
She hid her smirk behind her teacup.
I was done with this soap opera.
Without a word, I stood up and walked out.
My Ducati Panigale V4 crouched beside the curb, all black metal and my most prized possession,it was basically my baby
I straddled it, revved the engine, and tore out of that mansion .
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The wind hit my face, cold and freeing. Finally, silence.
Then a gunshot split the air.
I swerved hard, a bullet whizzed past my cheek, close enough that I could feel the heat. My shirt tore on something sharp, exposing a little too much skin.
"Alright,who the fuck just shot at me " I say as I pull out my gun from my boot as I face the asshole that just shot at me—'A really Hot Asshole '.
I look up at this Hot—I mean Asshole
'Definitely not hot —okay he's hot but still an asshole!!'.
He looks at me with an unfazed look like he didn't just almost blow my brains out.
"Hey, you! What the hell!" I shout, glaring up at him, though at 5'5" my intimidation level is probably zero.
"What??"He says as he looks at me with a bored look .
"Are you FUCKING kidding me?!,You almost killed me and you're asking what"I cuss him out as I fight the urge to beat this motherfucker up.
When I stop yelling, I notice his eyes aren't even on my face.
They're on my tits.