Moving from one place to another may be fun for many but is definately not for me. Moving from LA to NEW YORK was probably the last on my list for the things i wished to do this year of 2020 with my friends that i had to loose due to the migration. But at the end no matter how old i get, parents talk and i have to listen to them so here i am in a new place with new people, new tastes and a new start. UKNOWN that this was probably the the last time i saw world from a vision without love.
Standing in the so called new society of mine, i found myself in the middle of the tall building in a ground where i definitely had no interest in ever playing. the place was alot more diffrent from what i expected. i hadn't expected anything to be honest but yet it was not was i wouldve asked for. people here were pretty weird and their dressing sense was no where close to the standards of New York. being a model since the age of 5 definately made my dressing sense over the average and i probably seems like a slut from the show that that everyone other than me was thinking that wearing something as innocent as an t-shirt at 45 degrees would bring unwanted male attention.
Just as i was about to continue on with my judging. a girl decided to walk up to me and being the sweetheart i was i did wave and she waved back before turning the other way arround when one of her friend's gave her a look that said "she's a bad impression" i couldnt say she was wrong because maybe i would've made the poor girl a bitch in a few days by the mannerless means i own. but despite being a true bitch from the outside i belive that im actually not that bad because i dont do anything to people who dont deserve it while killing the shit out of those who are worth it. short tempard problems i gained from my father if im not wrong.
Drifting my eyes that were flooded with boredom yet held some intrigue i saw my brother bullshitting with god knows who and how many people. I wish i had gained the ability of socialism insted of tempard from my parents. but here i am standing alone in the middle of a giganting ground with all eyes on me.
just as i thought the day couldnt get any worse. I noticed a man...and oh god was he the hottest man i've ever seen but the thought quickly driffted of just like the clouds above me when i noticed the man was hitting a boy brutally and when i say brutal i mean brutal. I hate people who were involved in fights, crimes, drugs, and most of all MAFIA. and just as much as i hated people like these now i knew i hated this man just as much i hated what he was doing the the boy even if that was the same thing that i was going to do the man in a few minutes.
Without a second though i had my tiny feet running towards the crime scene and pushing the man aside with all the force my body could hold before kneeling down to the boy who was drowning in the blood of his own. "Hey! are u aldright?." i said grabbing on water from the nearby bench i didnt care who was the owner of the bottle as long as the boy's life was more important. "here have some water" i said while helping him drink. The poor guy couldnt speek and i didnt expect him to in his current state.
Pure rage was all that surrounded me as i stood up and with all the strength and speed my tiny hand could carry i slapped the man i called hot mere 2 minutes ago hard on the face. it didnt take me wrong the realise that didnt happen to him normally and i wasnt supposed to do that when the men that surrounded up held guns to my head.
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being mafia was wonderful to many but it came with a gigantic amount of headache just as much as the amount of power it held. My men today however decided not to function proparly even when they get a salary of a few lot thound dollars in their pockets worth more than the average salary of half New York. Other than the stupidicy of my useless men one of the people who had taken money from me had been delaying to give it back for over a month now and as i had nothing else to do other than punch someone in the face i decided to go and get what i own and the only way i knew to get that fast was to barge into their house, grip on to the youngest, throw them in the back of my car and beat the shit out of them until their family reaslised its time to start counting backwards.
I didnt believe faries existed, didnt believe angels were actually there in heaven, didnt believe sweetness could be found other than in deserts until i actually saw all of it in a person. A person wearing a white beach gown, with curls that formed her face round despite the sharp features on her face with skin i could compare to honey and oh god the feel of her soft hands that touched my cheek harshly with all the force she had. i was drowning specially in her eyes that changed color in every shade of light going from black, to brown and eventually to hazel in the contact of sun. she was a tiger....MY TIGER.
I had found myself a new game to play with and for the first time it wasnt a game that was of blood and war but insted of hearts. I knew it was now my obsession, my possesion and i was going to own her relentless of what she wants. ill force her to be mine in ways that no matter how much she tries she wont be able to escape. and ill win only when i shatter her little yet big heart of dimond into pieces even i myself cant count.