Ava p.o.v
The chiming sound from my phone tore my gaze from the kids in front of me, I brought it out from the small pocket in the short Jean I'm putting on.
it's just a simple text, but it's enough to send cold shivers racing down my spine.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING" was the sentence written in bold letters on my phone screen from none other than Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso.
Stalker, I thought to myself.
of course he has his men around watching my every move, like a hawk. From what I'm wearing to where I went, who talked with, every single details of my daily life is reported to him like he's my personal God.
I hate how he has control over everything and everyone, that's include me.
He's practically the second God to everyone on earth, sometimes I wish I had magic. Things won't remain the same and I would have turned him into a rock.
Deciding on ignoring him, I return my focus to the kids who so kindly ask me to teach them how to knit a bag. they wants to knit a purse for their moms.
Suddenly, the loud ringtone of my china made mobile blast through the silent air, startling both the kids and I. I smiled apologically at them when they stare at me, I fished out the small mobile.
I groaned under my breathe as I glare at the name written boldly on the screen.
He won't rest until he got a response from me, that's a fact.
Glaring at the phone irritated, I immediately ends the call. I didn't see anything wrong with what I'm wearing.
ok maybe the clothes isn't all innocent, a small crop singlet and a short that stop mid thigh. But these clothes aren't mine, Tricia's of course, I just want to wear these type of clothes to be care free for once.
that can't happen with Vincenzo bugging me.
I put the phone on silent mode to mute his disturbance for now, I know I'm getting myself into trouble doing this.
perhaps, also digging graves for my family but please I deserve some peace in my life for once.
I've already been thrown in a marriage I have no say about neither a choice, so I might as well have so time to myself in my short time of being an unmarried girl.
it's around five I decide it's time to head home, it's getting dark real quick. the sun has set and it's getting cold, it's mid July it is expected in the evening to be chilly. all the more reason I should go home to escape the cold night.
I wish I could also escape him, that would be waste of my time and energy. escaping Vincenzo is impossible, he would find me in no time at all.
the price you pay for having an alcoholic father.
The cold breeze slapped my face as I walk by, it's refreshing although also freezing. I almost jump in joy as my home came into view, I've rang the bell three times but no answer, seems like Tricia isn't home most likely she won't be home tonight.
Quickly, I search for my key and unlock the door, I rushed inside and slammed the door behind me resting on it. I inhaled the warmth and mouth watering scent of hot chocolate and coffee that always lingered in the air, it instantly calms my nerves.
You might be wondering why the scent of hot chocolate and coffee is lingering in the air. But let me tell you, when there is only two girls in the house, that's will always seem to be the best beverage for them.
After standing there basking in the warmth and scent of the house for what seems to be forever, I switched on the light and turned left to go to my room.
But halt in my movement, guess why. Vincenzo, incase you couldn't guess right.
"Welcome back" was his cold threatening voice, telling not to take a step forward. well I didn't dare take a step forward, mostly in fear of fueling his anger.
In matter of seconds he's in front of me, hands stuffed in his suit pants. His suit jacket no were in sight leaving him in a white long sleeves and a red tie. His breathe fan my face as he stare down at me.
"Where is your phone" He asked calmly, too calm to be true, I would prefer him yelling. I shakenly place the phone in his stretch hand.
"Nice phone" He comments. "Though not useful" with that he smashed my phone in the wall, I whined at the sound of my dear phone shattering into pieces.
The phone I had work damn hard for is gone within the blink of an eye, by this bloody monster. Not everyone have the privilege of changing like you I want to yell in his face.
I am fuming in rage.
