The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Seventy: I love you

It's my birthday, imma do what I like,
Imma eat what I like, imma kiss who I like.
It's my birthday, imma do what I like,
Imma wear what I like, imma party tonight.
God damn, it's my birthday.

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I woke up with a headache that I had no idea how or why it had even started. I glanced at the calendar on the other side of the room and groaned in frustration at the date that I saw staring back at me, the highlighted date looked at me like say it was trying to mock me. I picked up a pillow and threw it at the calendar and watched it slide to the ground. I groaned again and pulled myself off the bed, I stretched quickly and scratched the side of my neck. It was actually a day where everyone else was happy and excited about but for me, it was just a day that completed an extra year that I've been in this pitiful world filled with so much hatred and spite.

So as you must have already called it was my birthday. Yay! Please excuse my sarcasm if you must.

Don't get me wrong though I didn't despise birthday's no not all, I just didn't get the hype. It felt like a pretty ordinary day if I'm being honest because everyone was fake and all loved you because well it was your birthday and then after that everyone would go back to ignoring your existence. The reason why I felt it was an ordinary day was because everything you do on this 'special' day you could literally do every other day. You could throw a party celebrating life and all your family and friends could be there and there could be cake, presents and all the likes and everyone would be happy and fake, so you see nothing special at all.

I got out of the bathroom and sighed at nothing, in particular, I pulled on my baggy jeans and baggy grey shirt and brushed my hair out, tying it in a low ponytail at the back of my head using my gel to slick it back as much effort that I put into it, it still managed to look effortless, I don't even know if that's good or bad. I sat on my bed as I tried to put my vans on and in the minute of putting it on, I glanced at my phone, I stared at it in contemplation and finally gave in.

I turned it on and unlocked it and watched as thousands of notifications flood in which almost made my phone hang, I wasn't entirely surprised though, there were a lot of birthday wishes, some by text, some through email and other social media platforms, there were also missed calls from as early as midnight which almost made me laugh because I don't know if they expected me to still be awake by that time, it was almost like they didn't know who I was.

Most of the birthday wishes were from people I had gone to school with back in Spain when I was still going to school which was way before I started home school, I didn't know how they got my number and that should have concerned me but that was the last thing on my mind as I wasn't sure I even cared. I scrolled through the messages for a while, not exactly sure what I was looking for until I stopped at a particular one, a small smile gracing my lips.

She picked at the second ring, there was a loud noise in the background, I heard some shuffling and heard the sound of something slamming against metal hard, followed by a long escape of breath, I frowned staring at the phone. I was about to ask but she beat me to it.

"How's my favorite mafia leader doing?" An overly cheery voice called out followed by ruffling of what seemed like papers. I shook my head as I relaxed slightly as I stood up stretching as I gave myself a quick look over in the mirror.