Emilia’s pov
I woke up with a huge smile on my face and happiness bubbling inside me. I’ve never felt so triumphant in my twenty two years of life. The feeling you’re not gonna be insulted or treated like trash anymore. I said my prayers and took my bath. I had an hour to spare before sandy and Becky shows up. I go into the kitchen to fix breakfast.
I can’t just believe what I did last night. it looked like it wasn’t me. Like another girl had taken control of my body. I giggled in excitement. I feel so good. Sandy and Becky would scream their lungs out when they hear what I had done. I settled for apple pie sauce and baguettes. I was fast in preparing it cos I was super excited. I made coffee with the coffee maker and dished it. I placed it on a tray alongside the food. I walked out of the kitchen and down the stairs. I saw him sitting with his back to me. His legs were folded and he seemed to be doing the yoga. I stared at his bare back. He has got a lot of built. His blonde hair was packed into a knot at the centre of his head. He suddenly looked like a monk. I cleared my throat.
“Morning….. I’ve brought breakfast” I watch him tilt his head sideways but he didn’t turn back to look at me.
“Drop it on the table… and leave” I almost choke on my breath. Huh?… not a single gripe from him. I giggle lowly and dropped it on the table and turned to leave. I stopped on the first step and turned to him.
“I hope you don’t attack me with your words next time… cos be warned I’m gonna strike back with vengeance like you’ve never seen before” He turns this time to look at me. Suprise etched on his brows. I smirked, adjusted my eyeglasses and stomped back into living room, grinning widely. Oh my God!… this feels so good!. I dished out my food and placed it on a tray alongside a glass of smoothie. I carried it into the living room and sit on the couch in front of the TV. I switched it on and tune it to a toons. I eat my baguettes and watch the toons. I suddenly feel different. Like I’m the boss. I won’t let this end. No!… I’m not gonna alow anyone treat me as trash again. I’m not trash and I never will. I’m so learning more of that.
I eat up and wash my plates in the sink. i wipe it with the dish cloth and place it back on the drainboard. I pause as I hear him walk up the stairs. I looked at the open door into the living room and he was sitting on the couch in front of the TV set. He changed the station to a news station. I huff. I was watching that. I was about going in to tell him but I stopped at the door when I saw newscast. I read the headlines.
*Criminal liam Paige alongside a couple of guys was engaged in a bloody shoot out with a group of men” I widen my eyes.
*Report has it that liam paige seems to be involved in some dirty games. The people he was shooting at had trailed him and obviously knew him. The video footage was taken by a guy in a bike who was a reporter. He said he had his suspicions about the group of guys in the black car and decided to trail behind them… luckily it led him to liam Paige and his men.” I cringe in fear as the video pops on the screen. I saw him and another guy shooting at a car behind theirs. My toes curl immediately. A guy was shooting from the rooftop and another from the side window. They looked armed. I stare at the car they were shooting at. One of the guys shooting from the window fell out of the moving car… dead!. I gasp as the driver of the small car was shot. I took a step back. No!… this can’t be happening. I watch in horror as the four occupants of the car were shot at. I chew my lower lip and adjust my glasses.
In few seconds the small car exploded in flames. It turned twice violently before ending up upside down…. a burning mess. My heart was beating furiously. The TV set was switched off and he turned to look at my figure. I flinch in fear as he locked gaze with me. He stood up and ambled towards me. I took another step back. He stopped in front of me and looked down at me.
“Guess you watched every bit of that video huh?” I clench my teeth in fear.
“I could do that to you…. But unfortunately you’re damn too pretty to be killed” I bat my lashes at him. Did he just say I’m pretty?.
“I’d prefer you concentrate more on yourself…. than meddling in my affairs. You could get burnt” He gave me one long look and walked back into the living room. He stopped at the open trapdoor.
“And besides…. The clothes you wearing…. is so fuckin ugly…. we aren’t in the 80s you know…. who wears bell bottoms for fuck sake!” He shook his head and jogged down the stairs. I bite the inside of my cheeks in embarrassment. I looked down at the bell buttoms. They looked cool to me though. I huff in anger and stomp back to my room. I slam the door and stood in front of the full length mirror. I can’t believe he won this time. My blonde hair wasn’t so shiny unlike his. I haven’t been to the stylist in months. it look dry like it hasn’t been blown in ages. I sigh and plump down on the bed.
Maybe I should visit the stylist soon. And maybe…. get new clothes, that looked a bit…. fancier. I itch my hair in frustration. Since when did I start to care about what I wear, and how I kept my hair. I haven’t even got a piercing in my ears. I groan as I hear my phone buzz. It was sandy alerting me she was at my gate. I gave one last angry look at my self in the mirror before strapping my handbag over my shoulders and storming out of the room. I search for the key in my handbag. I twist it in the lock and opened it. I lock it after me and walked out of the compound. I get into the backseat as sandy and Becky watch me.
“You good?” Becky asks from the front seat. I lean back. Sandy stares at me through the rearview mirror and arch her brows.
“You don’t look so good emmy… what’s the p?” I fiddle with the strap of my bag and sigh.
“How do I look in this outfit guys?” Becky turns to look at me weirdly. They exchange looks and laugh.
“Since when did mother Theresa bother about how she looked huh?” Sandy say and they giggle as she stops at a red light.
“I’m serious!” I say and they stop laughing immediately. Sandy itch her hair and Becky tries to hide her grin.
“Uhm…. uh…. you look good emmy” I roll my eyes at her. It was obvious she was lying.
“I want the truth guys!”Sandy gives me a weird look through the rearview mirror before returning her gaze to the road. She pokes Becky in the ribs so she could stop laughing. Sandy clears her throat.
“Umm…. okay emmy this is a pretty weird question for you to ask you know… Did anyone say bad stuffs to you?” I bite the inside of my cheeks. Yeah he did!.
“No sandy… just asking” They nod at the same time.
“Okay…. Uhm…. you’re too sexy to be wearing those…. pants emmy. It looks so funny!” Sandy giggle lowly. I bit my lips.
“How about you Becky?” Becky looks at me through the rear view mirror.
“It…. it looks like the clothes girls wore back in the 80s emmy” She scrunch her face and try not to laugh. I poke her from the back and she laughs. I scratch my hair. He had said the same thing too.
“Why didn’t you guys tell me?” sandy scoffs as she pull to a stop in front of the pizzeria.
“Are you fuckin kidding me!…. we’ve told you a hundred times emmy!”. sandy tells me as I unstrap my seatbelt. I step out of the car.
“And the last time I did tell you emmy…. you threatened to gorge out my eyes jeez!” Becky rolls her eyes amusingly and slam the door shut. I tuck back strands of hair on my face and we walk into the pizzeria. I guess they are right then. I need to act like a girl in the twenty first century. Mrs Chloe was already in the restaurant. She glared at us as we walked into the changing room. I met samantha, a co worker trying to down her dress.
“Hey guys” Sam greets. We reply her cheerfully and Becky helps her with the zip.
“Thanks Becky…. guys have you heard?” Sandy and Becky pause and pay attention. I took my work clothes off the hangar nailed to a wall.
“Heard what sam?” Sandy asks as she pulls her top over her head.
“Oh come on!… don’t tell me you aren’t up on what’s trending on the net?” she asks as she puts on her work clothes. sandy huffs and Becky sigh.
“if I’d known I would have guessed right already”
Samantha grins widely.
“Haven’t you heard of the famous criminal…. liam Paige?” I and sandy exchange looks.
“What about him?” Becky asks impatiently.
“Damn!… his shootout video last night has it a million likes already!” She squeals and grin. I bite the inside of my cheeks and groan internally. Sandy and Becky widen their eyes in pretense.
“Really?” Sam nods immediately.
“Yeah guys and I can bet you twelve dollars a thousand girls are crushing hard on him…. me included” She flip her hair and pout.
“Woah!… That’s quite…. entertaining” Becky says and roll her eyes dramatically. Sam grins.
“Oh come on Becky don’t tell me you’re one of his crushes too huh?” She winks and fold her arm. I face palm myself and Becky scoffs.
“Ain’t your damn business okay” She cluck her tongue. Sam glares at her.
“Stop acting like a bitch Becky….” Becky gasps.
“What did you just fuckin call me!” Becky yell and tightens her fist. Sandy holds Becky by the arm.
“Sorry sam Becky is in a pretty bad mood this morning… you could go now” sam gives her a hard glare before walking out. I sigh in relief.
“What’s wrong with you Becky!” Sandy jibes and let go of Becky.
“You don’t just fight everyone you know” Becky scoffs.
“Fuck her!… she was being a nosy witch arrgh!”
“That wasn’t enough reason to want to fight her Becky” I say and button up my gown.
“Whatever!” She rolls her eyes and storm out of the room. Sandy and i exchange glances and shrug. I bet she is going to be in a pretty bad mood today.
Sandy’s pov
“Don’t tell me you’re still pissed off at sam Becky!” Emilia asks as she changes into her casauls. Work has been hectic and the old witch Chloe made us stay an hour late cleaning up. Fuck!…. isn’t that for the cleaners!.
“Not just at sam guys…. but at her annoying behavior jeez she makes my blood boil!”
“So that what made you act so pesky throughout today huh?” I jibed as I smeared my lips with a lipgloss.
“I wasnt pesky sandy…. maybe to sam but not anyone” I scoff.
“Really!… you insulted two customers today Becky!… Good thing they are regulars if not you’d probably be halfway across Boston job hunting”
“Duh… not like it’s gonna be so bad sandy” I roll my eyes and pack up my make up kit.
“Guys…. really I think I might consider coming to live with you guys” I turn to look at Emilia.
“Are you fuckin kidding me!” I squeal in surprise. She sighs.
“No I’m not!…. Liam is such an annoying jerk!” huh!. I and Becky gawped at Emilia. Did she just really say a curse.
“What???….” Emilia ask with an eye roll.
“Emilia Roberts!….. You just said a curse godamn it!” I and Becky squeal. She huffs
“Chill ain’t a bigdeal is it?” Becky and I exchange glances and I shoot my self with my two fingers.
“Did you just say it ain’t a bigdeal!” Becky asks in disbelief.
“Yeah she did Becky holy fuckin jeez!” I touch her forehead to check her temperature. she swats my hand away.
“Buzz off sandy…” She giggle and walk out of the room. Becky turns to face me.
“Is that Emilia…. or her clone?” I laugh.
“its got to be her clone Becky fuck!” I bring out my phone as it buzzes. It’s not on my contact. I answer it and press it against my ear wedging it with my shoulders.
“Sandy O’Reilly speaking… who am I speaking with?” I pause and waited. There was a shuffle at the other end. I frown as a grumpy voice talks quickly into my ear. My face goes pale immediately and I can’t breath anymore.
“Dy…. Dylan…. in an accident!” I mutter as Becky rushes over to me. The phone slip from my hand in shock.