Mafia Paradise

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versity and to my car. I'm going home fo

that I still had one more to take. It's officially the end of sem

rd Uni

ily. Most people hate college, but it's the opposite for me. Studyin

sized apartment. It doesn't take me more than ten minutes bef

door and take

t and grab bundles of clothes, neatly fo

ned, tired reflection. I was doing perfectly fine be

my makeup and all of my other nece

the ground with a loud thud. Turning off my lights and just as I open

the

ve a

was going home for Christmas and t

und my throat. In utter instinct, I turn around and ope

ection,

my door, sheltering myself. I see a shadow a

room and faces their back to me

er. If someone is going to die today, it won't be me. I twist their body,

lls I learned whe

l? There's no way a guy would sound l

fuckin

he switch and turns the lights on. I instantly step back af

Sia!?" My favorite perso

ing conversation. "I'm so sorry Sandra. I thought it was

was quite impressive. "Why do you even have a knife in your

ok. She knows exactly why I have w

tched out 'oh'. Then, she changes the topic as quick as the wind cha

glaring me down. "I came here to say goodbye, since you d

mn

ll with me. She knows about everything. Every guy who's hurt me, every guy I

d, but she'

me to therapy, she did. I called her when I needed help with my panic attacks and she made me clean

.?" Sandra raises a brow, cun

the intense speech I'm about to give my best friend. "Sandra, I'm sorry. It compl

s her comforting words, "Sia, babes. I'm just joking

ike an emotional wreck. She knows me

he would react if she found out I was g

high school, which was two years ago. Two fu

absolutely loves me and treats me like their own daughter. They are the fami

h an immense amount of time, and wrap my arms around Sandra. My e

inally loosening the tight grasp I had on my emotions. "Papa

ff of my cheeks. Her thumbs graze under my ey

the word and

to come home or else..." My breath hitches at the back of my throat and I feel a tsunami of hurt ru

g to convince me. But I know my papa. He will indeed come here

of energy. But, it's different with papa-I can never look him in the eyes and defend myself. My mouth has

breathe and she instantl

*

I will be fine and we will see other after break. But at this poi

call her everyday, to inform her I am okay. I inte

getting in my car, I hug her one last time. "I love you, Sandra." My voice

s, hugging me even tighter as if

goodbyes and I situate myself into t

some music to lighten my mood and

lor Swift starts play

ove her

is Christmas. So, I change it to 'Midnight Rain', which

t my apartment at 6:00 p.m., meaning

ea