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I don't ever want to depend on anybody ever again, nobody in this world. Hell, even your shadow leaves you when you're in darkness. That's just something to think about when you rely on other people. Just like I did.
"Rose, get ready." Chris yells, I hear the door open slowly and my eyes burn when he opens the curtains.
"Omg, shut up, go-leave I don't care where, just let me sleep." I groan. My head is pounding, and my throat is sore. Yea I definitely regret drinking yesterday.
I blink a couple of times and when I finally open my eyes, Chris is a couple of inches away from me. "Wake up, you know what you have to get ready for." I move away from him and scoot to the other side, covering my face with my covers. "You have to dress nicely, not ugly, and please fix your hair, you look like you touched a bolt of electricity." He says, while pulling the covers off of me, leaving me cold.
I huff in annoyance and stomp to the bathroom muttering curse words, but not before throwing him a glare.
It takes probably an hour to get ready. Makeup, my clothing, jewelry, shoes, everything is on.
I go downstairs and head straight for the kitchen to find something to eat. Let's see eggs, nah I don't really want to cook, fruits, mhm not really in the mood for fruits. Ahh, some chocolate chip waffles.
I take the waffles out of the freezer and put them in the toaster and wait as they cook.
"Of course, she would be in the kitchen. Why didn't I think of that?"
Chris remarks sarcastically.I turn away from the toaster and fake smile at chris. "Maybe because your an idiot. It's one in the afternoon and I have gone the whole morning without eating. What do you expect?" I ask, putting my hand on my hip.
He shakes his head and sits down on the table. "And while you're at it, cook me some too."
"Please" he adds.
"Sure why not?" I roll my eyes. I jump slightly when the waffles are done and chris's phone ring.
I grab my waffles, placing them on a plate and hand it to chris, along with some syrup. I am a very thoughtful person. He nods and I head back to the toaster to put in more waffles.
Hey that reminds me. Where's my phone? I tend to forget a lot of things. Like a lot. Omg Ethan, he's going to kill me!
I grab my waffles and go sit down next to chris. "Hey, do you know what happened to my phone? I haven't had it for a week now and...." my mind drifts to when I last had my phone, but I can't remember. Why hadn't I thought about this before?
"Oh yea, in the kitchen drawer." He gets up and checks the drawers, searching for my phone. He pulls out a red phone case with a black phone attached to it.
"Oh my gosh, my phone." I squeal, rushing to get it from his grasp. I snatch it from him and the stupid battery is low. Chris holds up a black charger and I plug it up, to charge my phone. "I don't really want to see the messages and the calls; people probably already heard about everything from that slut." I say bitterly.
"I doubt it." Chris shrugs.
"Chris you know her. You know how she can be." I shake my head, dismissing the thoughts of her, off of my mind. "Anyways what was your call about?" I turn on my phone and pray to God that I don't have any mad text messages.
"It was just a business call." He says putting his dish in the sink.
"Uh-huh, I thought I heard you saying 'it was a one night stand'. You don't have sex with the people you work with do you?" I turn to look at him and he rolls his eyes.
"It was a girl from last night, but they're just too clingy. You know?" He sighs. "I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
"No I don't know, I never did that. And it's fine, it's not like I'm in grief." I look away, memories coming back to me. I close my eyes shut and open them a minutes later. "But I will soon." I mumble.
-thirty missed phone calls from Ethan and 35 text messages.
-ten missed calls from Kaylin and 20 messages
-twenty missed calls from Danielle and.....
I sigh and leave my phone there. I will have to get back to that later, I've committed my life into something else and they're just going to get in the way. And I don't want them involved.
"Let's go." I demand, grabbing my purse. "Wait" I turn around, " where's Daniel and A-"
"They're already there." He says.
We arrive at another mansion, way bigger than chris's, and let me tell you, it's big. Like really big, I'm talking hu-
"Rose. Come on, what are you doing?" Chris asks.
"Oh." I didn't know he was already by the door.
We step inside and let me tell- okay I won't tell you, but it's just really pretty. Francisco is waiting by the door, with a smile on his face.
"Hmm, Rose. You dressed nice, but welcome to my home. Like you all say in spanish, mi casa es tu casa." He says and I laugh lightly, while he shakes my hand. We walk to an elevator down his hall, with Chris behind us.
Before entering the elevator, I see pictures, framed to the wall. Its a picture of Francisco and a beautiful women smiling, with two little kids. One was a little boy, probably in his early teens and a girl also in her early teens. Everybody in the picture were happy. Francisco stared at his wife in awe.
I truly believe that they were in love, you can see it in their eyes, but isn't it impossible to love someone who kills for a living and sell drugs? To sleep in the same bed and have kids? That's taking a big risk if you ask me. I guess when you're in love, you don't care about anything else, and would do whatever it takes to be with each other.
Yea that only happens in fairy tales and I guess to Francisco.
The sound of the elevator snaps me out of my thoughts, the door opens and we go through a red-carpeted hallway to a room. A long table is in the middle of the room, with guys in suits, sitting in each chair, next to each other, talking.
Francisco guides me to the chair next to him, while he sits at the edge of the table.
I nervously tap my foot against the floor and fidget with my fingers.
"Alright you know what to do." Francisco says, authority in his voice.
Everybody grabs hands, even me, and we stare at each other. "If you join the mafia, you will stay for life, there's no going back. You are to be trusted and you need to trust us, as we are now your family. If you rat us out, or say a single word to anybody, consider yourself dead."he shrugs,"Do you swear omerta?"I feel a bile rise in my throat. I don't know if I can do this, but this is my chance to show Antonio, Daniel and anybody else who thinks I'm weak and worthless.