Caged, abused and tortured, Ariana's life had been a living hell until she was forced to spy on the most dangerous mafia in the whole world, La Cosa Nostra. Will her life take an unexpected turn or will the revelation of a catastrophic secret ruin h...
(Damien) Then forget about what you just asked me for. 🥰
(Me) I'll come to your room once whatever is going on here is over and you're going to give them to me. Or else your faith will be the same as Dodos. 🙂
(Damien) What?
(Me) ✨Extinct✨
(Damien) Okay, okay! I'll give them to you. 😓
(Ariana) Good boy! 😇
I looked at him and chuckled. He rolled his eyes at me and did a weird thing with his mouth to show his annoyance.
He's such a child!
Hours went by as we talked, played truth or dare, ate fast food and behaved like the craziest humans to ever exist. Kylie's friends became my friends too. Aya was pissed at Damien all this time but obviously he continued being an ass until he received some death threats from her.
It was almost 7 o'clock in the evening and Xander called Aya to his office. Kylie decided to accompany her as well. Meanwhile, I went to Damien to get the things I would need for tonight and Bibi was tired so she decided to rest in Kylie's room.
BIBI'S POV:
I went to Kylie's closet and wore a pink tank top with pink shorts.
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Then, I returned to her room and sat on the bed. To be honest, I wasn't feeling well. I was overwhelmed by everything that was happening- that murder, my exams, my parents and most importantly, I was now dependent on my friend for a place to stay.I felt really miserable but I had no other option. Moving to another place would take too much time which I didn't have. My parents were pretty far as well.
I was scared that if the person who was after me got to know that I was here, they might try to hurt Kylie and her family too.
Why would someone be after me anyway?
I had so many questions and thoughts in my mind but I wasn't good at opening up to people. Instead, I prefered bottling things up. I didn't want to trouble people with my problems and I had this insecurity that people would talk behind my back if I opened up. I never even opened up to my parents and sibling let alone friends even when they always tried to understand me and be nice to me. I just prefered to stay silent and pretend. I didn't know why. But, trusting people wasn't my forte. Even though Kylie was my best friend, she didn't know all about me. So, the only person I had for me was myself.
You know the feeling when you can't express how you feel no matter how hard you try? I need help. I need to talk it out but I can't. Even the therapists I went to failed at getting me better because I could never tell what exactly is bothering me. I'm sensitive and I cry so much. In most of the cases, I don't even understand why. I don't know why I feel upset so often but I just do. Maybe I'm depressed or maybe I'm just being dramatic. I don't know. I wish I could be a little less complicated and stopped feeling the way I always do. I wish I can open up for once to someone. I wish I can trust someone and feel understood.
