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02 | Think

"Yes donna" Jacob answered with a nod and turns to look at the dead man. 

Opening the gate, I look back at Jacob. "And try to find out what he said about the princess or whatever" Jacob nods and goes back on job.

Rubbing a hand over over my forehead, I leave the warehouse. When I check the time, I realise I'm not gonna get any sleep today.

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After coming back to my penthouse, I take a shower again because I reeked of blood and  because the police might call me down to the station about John's death.

After getting ready yet again, I go to my office and pour myself two fingers o whiskey with one ice cube. Sitting back in my chair, I enjoy the view from here. The sky blue with hues of yellow and blue, the clods adding to it's beauty.

I love watching the sky whenever I was free or stressed. It gave me a moment of Peace.

My mind starts to drift, thinking how my life would've been if he was still here with me.

Remembering this one time, when he was still alive, I was thirsty and we would only be given a small bottle of water, each. We both finished our water but I was still thirsty  bottle of water, So I hit a guard to demand some water, but in result I got raped.

After they threw me in my cell, literally threw me as if I was a piece of trash. He gave me his only shirt, so I could keep warm, not caring that he would get cold. He held me in his arms, rubbing my back until I would fall asleep. 

He was my home ,my safe heaven. The night's where me and him cuddled, took care of each other, the kisses he used to give. I miss him so much , I love him so much that it hurts ...

My phone starts ringing breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Hello," I greet knowing damn well who it is. The police. "Who is it?"

"Good morning Valentina, I'm calling from the Arizona police station." 

"I'm sorry to inform you," there's a long pause "but your dad  died in a house fire." his voice was a mix of sympathy and solace.

Why are they so dramatic?

I'm happy he's gone. But still I can't let them suspect me. Time to  use my acting skills.

"W-What" my voice cracked.

"Please come to down to station. We can do a blood test to see if you have any living family or another foster home." he said.

"Okay" I sniffled, trying to make it seem like I'm crying.

 I should get an Oscar's award for my acting.

"If you don't mind me asking," the officer speak. Where were you last night?" the suspicions clear in his voice.

Shit.

 Think. Think.

"I was at my- " I sniffle "-at my boyfriends house, we broke up y-yesterday" I fake sob at this point to make it believable. 

I can't believe I stuttered.

"Okay, well I am so sorry for your loss and see you soon, kid" he said sincerely.

I hang up. Opening the bottle of whiskey. I drink straight from the bottle and gulp it down. The burning sensation liquid in my throat makes me feel a moment of bliss.

Going to my room, I fix my outfit and brush my teeth to get rid of the smell of alcohol and wash my mouth 5 times because I reek of alcohol.

Going down the stairs, I got the kitchen where I rarely go.  Taking a glass from the cabinet, I drink a glass of water. I don't remember the last time I drank water but I do remember when I had alcohol or drugs.

I know what your thinking, But I am not a druggie, I only do it when the alcohol doesn't work.

Seeing an apple on the counter, I contemplate on whether I should eat it or not. I almost thinking about eating but I couldn't and right now, it was just too much too much food for me.

After getting starved to death when i was younger, I don't have an appetite anymore.

Instead of eating the apple, I take a cookie form the cookie jar cause i don't wanna faint in front of the officers and cause a scene.

Plus, I love cookies.

Time to get another foster home

Yay I'm so happy . Note the sarcasm

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