Character 2

Typing....

{ December 26 , 2022}

Ding-Ding! Ding-Ding! Ding-Ding!

The circular table clock was ringing and vibrating on a small table, knocking out the small cell phone beside it.

A young girl could been seen sleeping peacefully.

Her black short length hair was messy spread, her body tightly cubbling a long big pillow with a image of an hot seductive anime character.

Her long eyelashes quiver and pink lips moved.

Ding-Ding! Ding-Ding!

" How painful...."

She mumble, eyes still closed but her hand outstretched, stoping the clock for disturbing any further.

Her long dense eyelashes quiver once again revealing a set of beautiful black pupils.

" Morning already?!"

I couldn't help but asked as I glazed at the familiar little room — my room.

Looked like they drop me home.

My head felt heavy due to the much glasses of alcohol I drank last night, after the bloody successful mission.

Now, my stomach felt weird and I feel sick, super sick enough to puke.

My staggering feet's headed towards the bathroom and there I throw up on the bare floor.

" Damn! I really need to take a shower."

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" Mmmmm... What's this fragrance in the air? Am so hungry."

I couldn't help but confess as I walked downstairs, heading to the kitchen where my mother was cooking.

  My father abandoned us when I was five, leaving me and my mother to pay a huge amount of depts he borrowed from a huge mafia hidden group.

Which, made their lives miserable.

Tormenting her poor mother...

Day and night. Just imagine the pressure, her poor mother had to face despite having to with high blood pressure.

My eyes glinted at the blurry yet visible memory of late night; I took a lives and didn't feel any guilt.

The feeling felt strange but still satisfying.

After all, no body would bother us anymore.

" You're awake, please set up the table."

The strange tone of my mother, startled me quite a bit as I calmly nodded and went to set up the table.

A book on the table caught my attention but I rolled my eyes realizing.

The Open Heavens

It another of mother, christian book again.

I throw the book to any random conner of the house and stared setting up the table.

Can't wait to eat the yummy food of my mother....

In peace.