Before Gio could get up the next morning, Alita decided to surprise him with a Christmas song, maybe a regular one where she would tell him Santa Claus is coming to town.
"God!" She stretched as she dropped the kitchen towel "Being a big sister is so stressful".
She had just finished making pancakes and cupcakes, since they had always loved cakes, nothing would happen if they eat it for the whole day.
If there is another word to describe a broke person, Alita might want to agree she is more than broke. Yesterday was Gio's birthday and she had spent the whole money she had, the only good thing is that she brought enough food that would last for one week before she get paid.
Gio should still be sleeping in his room, sleeping on the floor, or if lucky still in his duvet. Since Gio was still a baby, he enjoyed rolling in his sleep, he would roll to the floor then under the bed.
"Gio! ottenere il vostro culo grasso off metro" She giggled as she walked out of the kitchen.
Whatever level of sleep Gio is, it is certain he would wake up just to tell her he doesn't have a fat ass. He would cry all day if she refuse to tell him that he is beautiful.
"Gio?" She yelled louder as she rushed back to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of pancake, probably to tease Gio with it.
Her smile was broad when she still found his door slightly ajar as it always seems to be every morning. The boy never leaves his door open or properly closed believing that something might come to get him in his sleep.
She pushed the door and bent a little holding the remaining piece of pancake-like it was a gun. She placed her back against the door and bent a little bit to look at the other side of the bed from the under.
All color drained from her face as she walked closer to check if her eyes were having issues. She pulled the sheet, she gasps as she couldn't find him on the bed or the floor.
She smiled, maybe he wants to surprise her and hide in his wardrobe. Who knows what a kid can do to piss her off.
She gently walks to the wardrobe smiling from ear to ear as she holds the handle.
"Ready or not! Here I come" she Intoned as she pulled the door open.
Her knuckles grew white as she found it also empty.
"Gio, where are you??"
She began to walk around the house, looking for Gio. She checks everywhere, the kitchen again, her room, mama Samantha's room, the store, the Laundry, even the garage they have never used.
"Gio!!" She screamed, obviously getting worried.
She ran out the garage door barefoot and the cold pancake still in her left hand. Her green eyes became stormy as she walked to the front door, leaving the garage life on but the door completely locked as before.Her warm feet met with the harsh cold snow but she didn't mind, she just want to find her brother and everything would be fine.
Even when she felt she was about to freeze to death, she still didn't mind. Her light pajamas soon became the most uncomfortable thing for her. Her teeth gnash as she shivers but she still wasn't ready to give up on searching for Her only hope yet.
Many things began to flow through her mind, many awful things she had never thought about since her parents died.
'What if the killer of her parents came back for them and took Gio when she was still asleep?'
'What if Gio had gone out to get something to surprise her and got into trouble or got lost?'
'What if he is out here in the woods, almost frozen to death?'
She shook her head, trying to push all the negative thoughts aside as she went further into the cold street, looking for Gio.
As any other Christmas could be, everyone was in their various homes, cooking, singing, eating, playing, or even dancing. She caught a glance of a small family taking pictures in the snow.
They seem so perfect!
"Gio if this is a prank you better show up now" She cried.
After searching for an hour, she came back to the house red, almost frozen to death with hurting feet. Her hair looked rough, scattered in all directions as she fought with a dragon. Her face look puffy and red as she was trying her best not to cry or break down.
"Gio" she tried again as she came back into the house "Please Gio tell me whatever you want and I will get it for you"
She walked back to his room and found it the same way she left it, everything was just the same way she left them except the garage, it was wide open.
Without hesitation, she broke in two mob sticks and walked slowly to the dark garage.
"Who so ever the fuck are you, you better show up with my brother or I am calling the cops"
She cussed as she noticed she had nothing but the stalk. Her phone was even still inside her room under her pillow.
"Please just give Gio back to me, I beg you" she began to cry, she fell on her knees as fresh tears flow down her frozen red cheeks.
She just knelt there in the same spot crying, she couldn't imagine what her parents would do or say. They left her with just one task and she couldn't do it without problems.
"Please!!!" She yelled again.
She felt someone touch her shoulders, without thinking, she held the hand, pull it over, and was about punching existence out of the person before she looked well.
She pulled the confused boy into a tight hug, she check his body if she could find any scar or injury.
"Oh my God, Gio, don't do that again"
"Are you alright" Gio moved back a little to see her face well "You are crying what happened"
Alita flinched, she touched her face then his face.
"Merry Christmas, Brother" she got up and walked away.
Gio stood transfixed for a while, indeed he was surprised but he had never seen his sister so freaked out.
"What's wrong, Sorella?"
Alita decided to ignore him if that would be the wise thing to do, she couldn't just imagine what she had been through and still lose him. She might as well commit suicide because she has nothing else in this world to be proud of.
Not long, they were spotted at the dining, eating silently. She kept staring at Gio's hazel-green eyes and began to imagine what she could have done without him.
She flinched she heard her phone rang, jolting her back to reality.
"I will get it" Gio offered with his mouth full, before she could say anything, she had dashed out of the dining to her room.
Alita watched him, joy, overflowing joy flowing through her veins as she watch the boy run away happily.
"I have it, Sorella" he returned "But the call has ended"
Gio dropped the phone on the table and continued with his food. She didn't bother to look at his sister's face as she went through a message on her phone.
Her face turned white and she dropped the half-eaten pancakes, she gulped water and dialed a number on her phone.
"Mr. Mattoe you can't fire me now!" She yelled, "What wrong have I done?"
She waited, listening to what the person was saying before she replied.
"I am your best chief and Ma Samantha got this job for me, how the fuck will I cope?"
"None of your fucking business?" She yelled, Gio raised an eyebrow and she mutter an apology before leaving the table, her voice hoarse and she was already sniffing.
"The restaurant needs me, Mr. Mattoe" she walked around "Besides, this is the only time I have missed work and besides, it's Christmas Eve"
"Fine!" She yelled "I will come for my paycheck this evening and you can go fuck your self"
This wasn't what she had expected, or maybe she did expect a little bit of it. She called in sick and they still had the guts to fire her, what do they want her to do?
She walked back to the table to find Gio, peacefully seated and looking at her plate of pancakes.
"Want more?" She asked him.
"Sure" he grinned as he grabbed from her plate without waiting for the next order "You should have more, Sorella," He said with his mouth full.
On the normal ground, Alita would have to try to be a good parent by saying the usual "do not talk with your mouth full" but Instead, she just watched him trying her best not to cry.
"Merry Christmas, Sorella" his hazel-green eyes shone as he beam.
"Merry Christmas, Gio"
She just watched him eat happily, all her appetite had gone, as she began to think of how to cope with one job. How would she still pay tax, feed them, cloth them, amend things, pay bills, and put Gio back in school when school resumes.
Right now, she doesn't want to hurt him by telling him that she had lost her job. She must do something about it quickly.
What a Christmas indeed!
"You don't look so good, Alita" Alita turn away from the mirror to see Elita looking at her like she had bumps all over her skin. For what seems like an eternity, Alita stared at her co-stripper like she was confused. A smile spread across her face as she noticed how beautiful Elita is, for as long as Alita is a female, she always wants to be friends with Elita but the girl seems to be just too proud of herself. The red net lingerie Elita wore showed everything about her, in other words, one could sit Elita is naked. Her pinkish-brown pierced nipples could be clearly seen beneath the net, same as her V line. Since the past few years that Alita had been working, Elita had never been nice to her. Just as Mr. Mattoe, who had always want to get her out of the restaurant, and he succeeded. "Leave me alo
Alita was startled, moved into the bin box, and began to check for her brother's contact, she mentally praised herself for getting him a phone about a month ago if not she would be as scared as hell. Well, the fact that he never carries the phone around might be a problem for her. She texts his number, hopefully, it might not be in the toilet or the kitchen this time. Carefully, she removed the lid and looked to see five men, one on the floor the rest standing, just watching him. Her eyes drift off, she recalled something she never wanted to see again, something she fears. She saw her father staring blankly at her in his pool of blood, next to her mother. Fear grip her, it felt like everything was happening again as she held her bag to her chest, in an attempt to hold Gio well. Her phone vibrated
"Sorella" Gio burst into Alita's room without knocking, she didn't seem to notice first as she was lying fast asleep in the bathtub. "Sorella?!" Gio seems unsure of what she was still doing in the bathtub, with a plaster on her left forearm, her body looks like a healing bruise, and her eyes are dark like she hasn't been sleeping for days. Something brought back his morals as he quickly placed his right palm over his open wide eyes and turned back. "Alita!?" He waited for a few seconds but nothing, he got pissed and worried. He took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and yelled. "ALITA!!!!" Like someone running out of a terrible nightmare, Alita screamed and woke up, she looked around confused then covered her body with a her rope, the one she kept beside the tub always.
Something needs to be done! If Alita stays put, she would end up dead, if she also runs away, Gio will end up dead. She walked to her room, grabbed a few more stuff she thought she might need, and went to the dinner table. She sat mute, absolutely silent, listening to the lowest sound she could. Poor Gio! A poor child that was made an orphan the same day he came to the earth. He didn't get to smile at his parents, enjoy Christmas with family and go on holiday with grandparents now he is hiding in the dark. The dark he had always been afraid of is what he took refuge in. Mentally, Alita visualized Gio shaking in the dark with his eyes close. he looks sweaty and his bag pressed to his chest like an anchor. His tender heartbeat was loud, threatening to explode any given second. With Gio's phone in her shaking hands, thinki
Slight movement of the fingers, then the body, next to the opening of an eye. Alita winced as she tried to sit up instantly, her head still hurts so bad that she can not remember what kind of alcohol she had the previous night. She let her body relax before she roam her lazy eyes around the room. "Holy smoke!" She exclaimed as she looked around the strange room in terror. Memories of what had happened before she got to where she was replayed themselves. She took one stead step down the bed, carefully, making sure not to step on the floor with her full weight. She glimpsed at the figure of a huge man, she felt he might be huge for she could still see almost all the parts of his broad back even as he was seated on the chair, absentmindedly. For a quick second, she decided to use her brain. She stood still for a while, expecting to get a reaction from him but none came. It'
"You have proved that you can be a good boy," Rocco said as he walked hand in hand with Gio. They passed several coded rooms, where they had to say their names and Rocco scan his fingers before entering. Finally, the last room opened to reveal Alita laying on the bed. "Sorella? " Gio gasped, he made to rush to her but Rocco held his arm "Please don't hurt my sister" he pleaded. Rocco smirked, he nodded in agreement and released the boy's arm. He took his stand at the corner of the room, his legs crossed as he lean on the wall. "Alita" Gio burst into tears as he reached her, he shook her "Sorella" Alita inhaled deeply, she opened her eyes to look at Gio. For a second or more, she went rigid, her cheeks dropped as she noticed the overflowing tears on his red face. "It's okay Gio" she pulled him into a warm hug "I will get you back to where you want okay"
Lu's office looks spacious and neatly arranged, it almost seems like it had never been used if not for the ash plate in the middle of the large round table. The books were neatly arranged on its shelves and the pens were in a portable customized mug. The mug has his face with blue eyes and his name written across his face in ancient roman writing. It almost looks like the room was divided into three parts. One for books, the other for files while the last for devices. The gadgets were also arranged at the other side of the room which is the left. A huge television, almost as huge as the size of the wall hung a few inches below the ground and a few inches below the ceiling. His computer and laptop sat next to each other on the same table, beside it was three android phones. The middle of the room seems to be the most important part. Ju
It's been two whole days since Lu set his eyes on Alita. He couldn't get to see her since his small talk with Rocco and he still doesn't want to accept the fact that he feels something for her. Maybe not normal but he felt soft or had been feeling soft since he set his eyes on her again. The night Ricardo was shot still seems fresh and it freaks him up. Not just he didn't give one of his men time to talk again before he kill, but because the death of the man brought back the connection of his very first kill. The day he pulled the trigger and initially killed for the first time seems to be a day he will never forget the feeling. Although he had killed so many people, both his men that snitched, ladies that had been sent to kill him but fail, fathers, mothers, sold children, even babies, and didn't feel bad or hurt about it. Ever since his father died in an operati