Psycho

Part 3 : chapter 16

The hustle

Nia POV

I landed in Italy with no struggle. The airport security was not as tight as the states so I was able to get through the airport without raising any suspicions .

Now I just needed a place to live . No big deal

Walking around the streets of the Italy villages . Of cobble stone and colourful paints of reds and yellows . Churches with stain glass windows of Mary . The stone streets filled with potted plants and trees contrasting with the blue sky .

What exactly was I looking for ? A free apartment sign but it would be in Italian and I don't know Italian . Heck I don't even have a phone to translate I guess I'll have to find a way to figure it out

I ventured out of the villages into the town . The blazing sun beating down on my skin sweat gathering at my temples . I could feel the coils of my 4c hair shrinking the more I walked .

I came across a quaint bookstore filled with books from the floor to the ceiling . Pillars of paper and ink surrounded the store that you could barely see the wooden steps .

Maybe I could find a dictionary to help me translate while I stayed here .

I searched around the store aimlessly, mainly due to the fact that I didn't understand a thing . 
I was caught looking over books with the most beautiful cover work I had ever seen when someone spoke

"hai trovato quello che cercavi, mamma?" Did you find what you're looking for mam?

I turned around not understanding a word she said I looked to see a old women who was hunched over on a cane with withered white hair and wrinkles in her skin that made her eyes look sunken

" I'm sorry but I don't speak Italian but I'm looking for an English to Italian dictionary "

The old women surveyed me up and down and clicked her tongue . She walked up to me and reached over next to me to shove a English to Italian dictionary to my chest that I must've not saw yet

"le scimmie non sanno nemmeno leggere l'inglese adesso" the monkeys can't even read English now she grumbled and scoffed turning around to hobble to the register

Now my mama taught me to be respectful and I didn't understand a word this hag said but I know body language and I won't hestitate to drop this witch

I walked up to the register and she asked for 10 euros . I took out a $20 bill and when I say this witch face transformed

Smiling at me she took the money and handed me the book

" come , come come again per favore " smiling so deep her face sagged even more

" yea I don't think so bitch " with a fake smile her way I snagged  my book off the table and walked  out the store

***

I was back in the villages  looking for a sign saying

stanza disponibile or appartamento disponibile
Which according to my dictionary was a room or apartment available

Walking around the villages i knocked door by door each response ending with a door slam

"non per te"  not for you

" niente scimmie " no monkeys

" torna dalla tua scimmia di campagna " go back to your country monkey

The last door slam was accompanied with the slimiest and green phlegm filled spit to the face that went right to the corner of my eye

Sometimes I forget that I'm darker . That people like me can't get a break in countries like this . That it's not like how the lighter skin toned influencers and celebrities paint it out to be when on vacation.

Feeling defeated I walked towards what seemed to a bus stop with a bit of a canopy. The sun was already setting

I guess this is my bed for tonight

I sat and looked at the people passing by until the sun had set and the street lamps turned on where I retired to sleep on this cold bench . Placing my head on the bag of money as a pillow and holding onto a glass bottle I found underneath the bench

***

I woke up to a sudden tugging on my bag .
Jumping up to a start tightening my hold on the bottle I broke it on the bench and pointed it at my attacker before squinting my eyes open 

It was barely dawn and still dark out . I saw 2 white burley men and a women with a brown bob and all of them looked like they hadn't had a shower in years

" stay back ! "

The men cackled while the women backed away

"sii un po' combattente, sarà facile" look at a little fighter this will be easy one of the men said while  rubbing his fist into his the palm of his hand

In a split second one of the men lunged forward at my legs and grasping my bag in hand I knew it was time to fight .

I lifted up my foot and kicked him in the face the other one tried grabbing the bag but I spun the bag to hit him in the face and used my bottle to stab him in the stomach.

The one I had kicked stood up with his nose in the opposite direction and lunged for my my torso and threw me over his shoulders while the other tried snatching the bag out of my hands

I tightened my hold on the bag and used my bottle to stab the man who was holding me in the ass causing him to drop me abruptly on the cobblestone road

Despite my pain I stood up and kicked the one I stabbed in the stomach in the same wound causing him to groan and clutch his stomach.
Clutching the other man by his hair I brought his face down to my knee knocking him between the eyes

The women they came with was clutching the other man with a stab wound in his stomach by the shoulders trying to drag him away

"andiamocene da qui! " let's get out of here the women bellowed to the other man who was clutching his head . He limped to the rest and grasped the other man's shoulder , who was bleeding profusely, away down the cobble stone road

Sitting out on the bench i clutched my bag to my chest

I guess I'm not going to sleep any more

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1. why are fight scenes so hard to write ?!😭😭😭
2. nobody told me the pain that accompanies a rejection letter from a uni 😭😭my chest was concaving
3. expect more chapters because I'm pretty sad
Much love
~N