Tori. I'm nothing close to a good girl. I have a past like everybody else, the only difference is that I don't regret anything I have done, I would willingly do it again. I'm a bit of a hothead, slick mouth, fast hands, short-tempered, smart, funny...
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I have been running some errands. Once a month, I spend a day pretending I'm normal and 25. So today, I'm going to the mall and pig out. I feel like if I don't do this, I might lose the littlest sanity I have left. I usually end up buying things I know I will never wear and I donate them but when it comes to the food, I don't let it go to waste since on most days I eat healthy foods. My goal is to go through every shop in this mall and I still have eight malls I would love to visit.
I wanted to invite Jorja and Nikka but they had planned before I got to propose mine. Every now and again, I have to remind myself to act normal and that no one is out to get me but I know those are lies. I'm hated, it's that simple.
After the charity event, I've been on a killing rampage. I hate not getting what I want and I really hate it when I miss my kill. Ever since the Charity, I've been craving Miss. Savannah's blood. You can call it an obsession.
The world is so small, who could have thought Savannah is Benjamine's daughter. When I found out who she was, I have been finning her blood more, I start itching when I think of how her blood would smell on me. I'm guessing she found out that Jorja is one of the people that killed her father since it's been a mystery but why didn't she attack me when we were in the lady's room. Maybe she still doesn't know about me. I hate to be in the room to break the news to her.
The security had tripled since the Charity. I'm not taking any chances. If I was late to react, Jorja could have been dead, just the mere thought of Jorja gone scares me. I would've hated myself. Jorja and Nikka are the only family I have and I will be damned if I let anything happen to them. They are not pleased with the amped-up security but it's necessary.
"What else can I buy?" I was in the middle of my scouting when a glittery lit-up sign caught my attention. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I walked to the boutique and I was speechless. It was beautiful and everything gave a chilled vibe.
Not even twenty minutes in, I was overloaded with stuff to try. So far nothing has disappointed me. Everything fits my body like a glove and it's flattering on me. I was in the middle of trying on a very little to nothing dress when a knock came in.
"Occupied" I yelled out, trying to zip up my dress but the person outside kept knocking but stopped just I was about to cuss them out. I was about to take off my dress when the person on the other side started making beats on my door. They got me fucked up. I took out my little gun about to set it off or pistol-whipped the idiot knocking on my door.
"Fuck you wa-"
"You have to be fucking kidding me" I rolled my eyes so hard, I think I saw the inside of my head.
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