Isabella Agosti [Slow Updates]

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Huh? Who is this texting me and is this Spanish? I used to know quite a bit of Spanish, but I lost my fluency when the domestic abuse became too much.

I tried making sense of the sentence but ended up just using Google Translate to help me. It read, I'll send you the money when you are done.

That message sounds a bit suspicious...Who could this possibly be? I don't know anyone anymore, I lost all connections to society when the abuse started. I made the decision of texting back.

Hello? Or hola? I don't know who this is but I think you've got the wrong person. I don't work for anybody and sure as hell haven't earnt any money. Do you know you have texted the wrong number? How did you even get my number-wait you must have been given the wrong one. To be completely honest, I'm worried about this person who is supposed to be earning money. You really need to send your message to them before they realise they've been conned; I really don't want to be the cause of a mishap. Por favor y gracias ;)

And I sent that huge ass paragraph. I know right, I may ramble a bit but I felt guilty that I was sent the message and it was the wrong person. I really, really didn't want to be the cause of an argument-somehow.

As remarkable as it is, a reply came as quick as I sent my message.

Hola, I apologise for the inconvenience and don't worry I have sent the message to the correct person. In addition, yes I believe I was given the wrong number.

Relief flooded me as I read the text. Now what do I do? Do I text back or...? Oh fuck it.

Oh well that is good, I'm glad it's alright now. Oh and do you mind me asking...what was it exactly that the message meant. What did you mean by 'when you're done'? I hope I'm not overstepping the boundary too far but since I received the text perhaps I deserve to know what it meant. If not it's totally fine, I mean you don't have to do anything but you know, I just wondered..

I don't know what I was thinking sending that, this cold/sickness must really be messing with me. Oh shit! Which reminds me, fathers food needs to be made. I rushed downstairs, discarding my phone in the process, and started to make shit breakfast food.

It took me thirty minutes to cook and set up his plate. To be honest I don't even enough what I made, I just threw a load of stuff together and fried it. I do not care what happens to his health anymore.

After I recollected myself before going back to my room, I slumped up the stairs. My phone was right were I left it, thankfully, but I still felt like shit. I could barely move about the house let alone walk to school and walk around the huge building all day long. No thank you.

I think it best if I stay home because sir will go out soon enough and I'll have the whole house to myself. If I can just stay silent in my room and remain here until he leaves, I'll be just fine. Hopefully.

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I only had to wait two hours. He took two hours to wake up and eat what I made then leave. Two hours. Even I don't take that long or perhaps it was the alcohol in his system that slowed his movements.

Anyway, when I was certain the final slam of the front door was indeed the final slam, I blew out a huge breath I didn't know I was holding in. His presence pretty much makes me shake in fear.

And I don't like it when I shake in fear, in fear of anyone. Men have a ruined image in my head. They're scary as far as I'm concerned.

It's just that my father has been so horrible for as long as this abuse has been going on, that I don't trust any men because I think they are all the same. All of them are mean and hurtful- on purpose, therefore it makes me leave quite a bit of a gap between me and the male gender.

Pulling me apart from my intriguing as hell thoughts was a ringing sound. It resonated throughout the small four walls of the room and I've never been so happy to have sir out of the house. Even after a dire beating, and that's saying something.

I scavenge for the mobile I hide everyday, and had no surprise when it was an unknown number calling me. I think I have already explained my lack of friendship and social life outside.

Am I stupid enough to answer? Of course. Do I care though? No, I'm bored. And so I swipe to answer the call and suddenly my little burst of confidence has dispersed into nothingness. I attain a stuttering voice-box with no means to speak properly it appears.

"H-hello-?"

"I don't know who you think you are but the message I sent you is none of your business. You may have received it however I made the mistake of having the wrong number. I don't want you thinking you have any right to know anything, because you do not." A strong Spanish-sounding accent filled my ears to which perked up at the sound of the tone used. It was a man's voice.

"I-I'm sorry, okay? I didn't k-know. I was just bored and had nothing else to do and I was just c-curious-"

"Wait, you're a niña? How old are you?"

"I-I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset-"

"Slow down. Just... answer my question"

"Uh, I'm fourteen."

"Jesus mierda." I heard him mumble under his breath. Why is he now cussing? Cussing isn't a good sign and even though I cuss sometimes, it's different it coming from someone else. Did I do something else to make him mad?

"I-I am terribly sorry for what I asked, I won't do it a-again. But I uh, I have to go now." I am such a horrible liar, my face is such a dead give away. He can't see me but I bet he can hear the lie dripping from my tongue.

"Wait, just-wait a minute niña." He clears his throat and I'm a leaf in the wind. There's no heating in this darn house and I can feel my fingers and toes turning blue. I'm freezing all of a sudden-oh wait yeah, I'm sick, cough, cough. No seriously-

The cilia hairs filtering my throat catch something unwanted and the force shoving it back up to my mouth is overwhelming. I submit to the gaging sensation and I'm a coughing mess.

The husk Spanish voice returns after hearing my misfortune. "Are you alright? Go get some water or something. Take a breath." Why is he caring all of a sudden? What did he want?

I looked around the room for any drinkable water but found none except some old, warm water in an old bottle from days before. I had no energy in walking to the kitchen for new water so I made do.

It tasted inedible but I felt too sick to care at this point, I just wanted sleep. I then grabbed my oxygen-thingy and yeah, you know how it goes.

"N-no listen, I really need to go n-now. I'm tired a-and need sleep?"

"Okay, just... text me when you're feeling better, bien? I'll want to talk to you and don't tell anyone about this, comprender niña?"

"I-I won't tell anyone. Not like I have anyone..." I whispered the last part, for myself, not him.

"Bueno. Adiós niñita."

I didn't have the energy to even talk at this point. I hung up on him, hoping I didn't upset him further and once my phone was tucked away, out of sight from anyone, I was out like a light.

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I hope the Spanish wasn't too creepy especially the last name ;)

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