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I should’ve expected it, but I decided to think she would be more comforting. Her room was absolutely empty meaning that she had left. My mum doesn’t work and she has no friends, so the only reason why she ever disappeared was to get high.

How did she get money?

My entire heart dropped down to my feet. I raced over to the kitchen where my bag sat. All of my clothes and shoes that I carried around for work were dumped out. She even took every penny I had in my wallet.

Without another thought, I began to trash the entire apartment. My brain was so clouded with rage that I gave no thought to all of the picture frames that showcased our ‘happy’family I threw on the ground. I flipped over couches, tables, and even broke glasses along with plates. Then, I walked into her room and ruined everything in sight.

Just before leaving her room, I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote‘Take that money you stole and buy new things.’

I grabbed another bag and began to throw all of my clothes into them. Everything that belonged to me, I placed into the bag. When I finished, I left the apartment. I hurriedly ran toward my car and threw everything inside of it.

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“Barbie!What the hell are you doing here?” Janice asked in shock the minute I walked into the club. Completely ignoring her, I strolled over to the bar, where men openly bought me drinks. I ignored their thirsty eyes and flirty words as I tossed back I don’t know how many drinks. Janice came up to me at some point, trying to convince me to stop drinking. The hazy state of my mind prevailed because I ultimately ended up telling her to leave me alone as I drank more and more. It wasn’t until I found myself stumbling down a hall that I realized I was out of control. As I stumbled, I found myself grasping something sturdy and rigid—the wall. Then, as my hands pressed down hard, I realized it wasn’t a wall; it was a muscular chest.

“Barbie?” the chest asked. I poked it and felt the smooth fabric against the pad of my finger.

“Chest?” I questioned, mocking the Italian accent.

The chest’s hands moved down to cup my chin before bringing my face up to meet the familiar gaze of Mr. Romano. Then, my eyes followed his finger as he wiped some liquor off the corner of my mouth.

“Alcohol?” he questioned with a frown.

I smiled at him, showing the biggest smile I could muster.

“Oops?”

He looked like some undetectable figure. As I looked into his eyes to see the sight of disappointment, my heart broke. My sister would also be disappointed in me. No matter what I did or how many shots I took, she was always there.

I don’t know what compelled me to do it, but I quickly began to undo his slacks. Sadly, he immediately stopped me by grasping my hands.

“You can barely even walk. I came by and thought you were one of my whores. Do you not realize how vulnerable you look?” he asked unemotionally.

I smiled at him before leaning up to press my lips against his neck. My arms circled around him as I moved up to his jawline. Just as I was about to kiss his lips, he pushed my head away from him.

I scoffed. “So, we can only do things when you want to do them? I’m trying to give you a good time just like you do for me. I want to have sex, right here, right now.”

When he didn’t make a move or say a single word, I shook my head in disbelief. Slowly, I pulled away and looked into his empty eyes before turning around and walking away.

He quickly grabbed my neck and dragged me so my back was against his chest. “You want to be treated like one of my whores, hmm?”

“I want you to fuck me like one,” I said seductively, a dangerous smile making its way onto my face.

Mr. Romano quickly let go of my neck and grabbed me by my arm before walking me through the entire club and up the familiar set of stairs. We made our way into the mansion where we passed many doors until he opened up one in particular.

The walls were blue and it caused my heart to still. When my hand reached over and touched the wall, it was almost like I could feel her skin. Blue, like the sea, was my baby sister.

I looked over at him and I was sure he could see just how badly I wanted to cry. However, I was glad that he didn’t say anything. He only nodded over to the large, empty bed. I walked over and sank down onto the soft mattress. My heart was suddenly shattering, and I had no clue how to keep it together.

“This is one of the guest bedrooms. Go to sleep and don’t leave this room until you’re sober,” he ordered. I opened my mouth, ready to say that I needed him to stay with me. I was fearful of my mind when I was alone, but before I could get a word in, he shut the door.

Letting out a sigh, I climbed into the bed, pulling the thick blanket over me as a frown came across my face. Just when I thought the alcohol would take its effect, it was gone.

Now I understood why my mother had taken so much money. Forgetting the pain only lasted for a few minutes.

Anastasia

The sunlight seeped into the room, waking me up from the deep slumber I was in. I quickly got up and shut the curtains before crawling back into bed, grumbling as I did. I wanted to be swallowed up in a pit of darkness while allowing my depressing thoughts to roam free.

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