ISA POV
THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!I know that rings a bell to everyone because not a day passes without hearing or seeing news about it everywhere. You may be the son of the soil living in a damn pit on the outskirts of the most secluded and remote place in the world, but as soon as someone calls out those words, your ears perk up in interest! And all of us know a thing or two about it! Be it over inflamed fame, astonishing wealth, celebrities with 7 digits in their bank accounts, or the horrendous crime stories that would make you want to curl up in a ball and frolic in the luxury and safety of your unbothered pit for the rest of your life. Or simply the American Dream itself!You’ve heard about it.Never in my wildest dreams have I ever imagined myself being a citizen of such a highly praised and ‘mighty’ country. I have always been that kind of a person you would call mundane, boring! Compared to the 4 bedroom townhouse with a pool in the backyard, not far from the busiest, liveliest city in California, I preferred a small cozy 2 bedroom apartment with a malfunctioning elevator in a slightly buzzed city in Cyprus, where the air is fresh to breathe, and the congestion would not make you want to curse every dang time!Heck! Even a million-bedroom castle far from Rome in Italy was the best because it was located in the middle of nothingness, with trees surrounding the whole grounds. Don’t get me wrong! It was nice in America, but I wasn’t cut from the same cloth as people who loved such an inflated lifestyle.However, looking back at the occurrences of this year, I don’t think I was really in a position to like or dislike something. At this point, I just went with whatever flowed, as long as I could wake up with my head still attached to my neck! That was one luxury I rejoiced for, with every birth of the new day!A small ding pulled my mind from the reel of all the unwanted thoughts. I got up from where I was scrunched down and headed to the kitchen, where I pulled the heated food I received from a kind neighbor some days back. I picked an egg and blew off the steam a little, before throwing it in my mouth and looking around the house. It has been a full week, full 7 seven days and I haven’t really gotten used to this place. Everything had happened so fast that I was having a hard time keeping up with everything, and I couldn’t even begin to describe the turmoil of emotions that roared inside of me every hour I spent with my eyes open. I shook my head to clear the thoughts that came crawling back into my mind, then spotted a trash bag full of garbage by the doorway.I did a little mental booty dance at the presented opportunity of going outside, even just for a few seconds to dump the trash by the driveway and lock myself in the house for another night. The sight of the trash ignited one memory that had me chuckling softly. That one fateful night, when I did the simple thing of throwing trash outside, became the turning point of my life. Had I chosen to stay inside instead of gallivanting in the dark alleys at an ungodly hour, I wouldn’t have been here. I would still be in Cyprus living my normal life.Get it together Leigh-Ari.
I thought to myself as I pulled my body from the counter and walked to the door, unclasped the chains and unlatched hooks, then pulled it open and grasped the heavy bag of trash, and hauled it outside. The gentle evening breeze brushed through my hair and engulfed my body wholly, bathing me in its douceur and creating a classic, calm, serene, and feigned normalcy.
I dragged the heavy bag behind me until I stopped beside the two trash cans that were leaning against a small post just a few feet from my driveway. I bitterly lifted it up and stuffed it inside, then glanced around at the happy neighborhood. Kids, parents, cars, it was that kind of place where unproblematic people resides. Mothers who joined community organizations, fathers who worked in the big offices, kids who were driven to school by their mommies or picked up by dashing school buses. A very calm neighborhood if you asked me.“Miss Jones?” A voice suddenly called out right beside me causing me to yelp out of my skin. I looked to my right to find a lady in her late 30, dressed neatly in a pair of jeans, a huge jumper jacket, and boots, with a hat covering her blonde-haired head.I glanced to my left to see if there was anyone, in particular, she was referring to, and then looked back at her with a puzzled expression,“Miss Jones, are you okay?” She leaned forward with a look of concern, and that's when it dawned on me that she was referring to me.“Oh… Yeah, I… Oh my God, I am so sorry.” I apologized shaking my head and grasping my forehead. There was never a time I was going to get used to all of these.“Oh no, I just called you out a few times and when you didn’t respond, I figured I should check up on you. Is everything okay?” She asked throwing me a small smile,“Thank you. I am just exhausted, moving in wasn’t really what I thought it would be.” I replied facing her fully. She nodded her head in agreement,“I feel you. Are you free tomorrow? It's Maya’s 4th birthday so we are having a little party. You should come, if you are fully settled of course. We should introduce you to the rest of the neighborhood.” She offered with a smile, and it felt rather rude to turn her down, although I was already hating the idea of sitting down with full-time housewives and gossiping about whose husband does what.If by any chance I got too drunk and opened my mouth, then began reciting about my life, they would surely disperse in different directions, running for their lives!“That's so sweet of you. Thank you, Mrs. Thompsons, I will be there. Time?” My smile was stretched from ear to ear, “Come on, just Rebecca. The party will be at 12.” She announced excitedly,“Done. I’ll be there.” I replied causing her to clap her hands excitedly,“They are going to love you. I have already bragged about how cool my new neighbor is, and they all can’t wait to meet you!” Great! Just great!“Oh, that's lovely, Becca. I won’t miss out.” We bid each other good night and I watched as she crossed the street to her house,“And I will be calling you Isa. Bella doesn’t have a spice in it.” She announced causing me to double up with laughter.That's right. The Cypriot and Italian Leigh-Ari Montreal was gone.In the US, I was Isabella Jones!ISA POV THE FOLLOWING morning came and I woke up with a start! Having no plans for the future, except for the dreadful toddler party and drinks with neighborhood trophy wives, I decided to make a quick run to the store and stock up my fridge, since the house came with a huge chunk of money that I had no idea about its origin, or better yet, I gave zero shit about where it came from. As I have mentioned, I wasn’t in a position to even ask questions, or let my mind wander and overthink things. In just a year alone, I have lived 100 lifetimes and at this point, I wasn’t going to fight it. I couldn’t! I did try some time back, and I nearly had my ass split open by the mine explosion so no thank you, ma’am. As long as I had a roof over my head and food in my stomach, then I was all okay! With that thought in mind, I settled a few things out before leaving my house and ran to the store. The trip was short and pretty much uneventful and in just an hour, I was riding a cab home.
XANDER POV“Ready to dispatch?” I intoned softly with my eyes scanning the dark surrounding at the back of the harbor. Five different voices sang “CLEAR” into the truck’s radio, which was connected to my phone. I nodded to myself before powering the beast that roared to life as the engine engaged.I yanked off the seatbelt that was like a damn restraint gluing me to the seat, then stepped on the gas and drove out of the parking lot.“Let’s get this show on the road,” I smirked to myself as I entered the busy, heavily congested route that left the LA Harbour and got lost in the city. For the 2nd of January, the roads were way too packed.One of the many rules of the kind of life I led was:NEVER GO ON MISSIONS IN A GROUP, UNLESS THE MISSION REQUIRES SO.I understood that rule more than I understood the anatomy of life itself. It was a damn truth that many cooks spoil the broth, and I wasn’t going to have the trigger-happy motherfuckers destroy one of my best moments. And that is why w
ISA POV“I’ll be here till morning.” The sweet little blonde hair nurse, Ava, in painfully cramped scrubs called out waving on my way out of the clinic. I just wonder how she breathed in that. I waved back jiggling the keys in my hand before turning to step down the three stairs and headed to a shiny blue Kia sedan parked in one of the exclusive spots just outside the clinic. Rounding it, I slipped into the driver’s seat and locked the doors before buckling up, then started the ignition.I powered the radio and after a few scrolls of my finger on the screen, Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran poured in the live speakers, causing a huge smile to spread on my lips. I stepped on the gas and took off into the night.WHAT A GOOD DAY IT HAS BEEN!From waking up to find car keys on my kitchen island, a blue brand new car still clamped in tags parked outside on my driveway, to having a chance to avoid the much-dreaded Sunday noon tea party with trophy wives at the Thompsons because of a call from
ISA POVMy mind reeled with all sorts of thoughts as I tried to figure out what the hell was happening. Finding an injured person drowning in blood on my white couch seemed to be a signal that the glorious, merry days of me slithering around were well and finally over. Now it was time for me to get to work. Although I didn’t understand even a single thing about what was happening. What had been in that mail van? Why didn’t Xander just bring the lad straight away to the clinic instead of dumping him at the house? I really wished he could be here right about now to answer some of the bothering questions I had.Deciding to expel him and his vendetta from my mind, I focused on the old lady who was being discharged after staying over for 3 days. The poor lady broke her leg when she tried to take a walkout in the park. Stepped into a hole covered by grass, and the next thing she heard was a sickening crack as her ligaments and bones detached. How sad. But I was able to stitch her all back
XANDER POV“You’re pregnant.” Just saying out the words caused my whole body to go rigid, and glued in one spot. I had no idea how to feel, or what to feel right at this moment. When I took Leigh-Ari from the Cattanios, I didn’t plan for her to be carrying a child. Even worse, their child. If word gets out, the two fuckers were going to open gates to hell and I so wasn't ready to deal with their shit right about now. And it was as if the universe refuses when I try to shake them off my back. Because here we were, in a bathroom as she was having one of those sick episodes pregnant women have, with an Italian baby growing inside her stomach.I don’t know what it is that made me so certain, but I have watched her from a distance. The little lady was always as healthy as a bull, a damn horse. She never got sick with silly things such as cold and more, and her throwing up out of the blue meant one thing, she was expecting. And that only complicated everything. Like everything!Training t
ISA POVI had one question only. Just one question which I needed a quick answer to and please, if by any chance anyone knew the answer to it, please; feel free to answer it.WHAT THE FUCK?My mind spiraled down a tornado of thoughts as I recalled the occurrences of the day before when Xander had stood in front of me and told me we were in a basement which happened to be a factory of fuckin’ cocaine. My jaws had literally detached as my mouth dropped with the divulgence, and I remember staring at him like he had grown an extra pair of eyes. Everything had just clicked into place. All dots connected until I was left with one giant vivid picture of why the hell I was here; giving answers to all the lingering questions that gnawed every hour I spent awake. From the bashed mail van I found dumped in front of the house, the house itself and the money came with it. Everything. Now I knew where it all originated from.I was once a nobody, but now, now I was a doctor sitting on a plant of fuc
ISA POVLeaving Edwina who looked like she’d seen a ghost all alone in Becca’s front yard, I huddled my jacket and brought it closer to me as I ran towards my house in the biting cold. Can’t winter just go away?I thought to myself as I unlocked a thousand latches on my door and made it inside and then locked the door behind me. The sound of the blender came hard from the kitchen and caught my attention. I tiptoed stealthily towards the kitchen and peeked through, and you guessed it: there stood my nemesis dressed in black with his back turned against me as he punched the blender.“How did the tea party go?” He asked not bothering to turn to look at me. He didn’t have to, because he was Xander. The guy who had eyes at the back of his skull. Sighing and ungluing myself from the wall, I replied;“It was long, boring.” My feet carried me further into the kitchen as I felt my mouth salivating and yearning for the heavenly, rich and creamy taste of hot chocolate. He didn’t reply to me, a
XANDER POVI HATED IT!All of this; I hated it.She didn’t come here to slither around housewives or get free smoothies and hot baths. She wasn’t on a damn vacation for crying out loud. She was Isabella Fuckin’ Jones, one of my chess pieces who were supposed to be a watchdog guarding my cocaine. That's why she was here, to work for me. And to make those bloody Italians pay for everything.I was damn fed up with them spreading their shit and branding everything in their trail. And robbing them of something they held so dear was one thing that soothed me in ways I never imagined. So I had no idea what had gotten inside of me to be so soft and end up making that damn smoothie. I hated being swayed. I was always on guard and ready to take down a motherfucker. But good fuckin’ fuck, fixing that smoothie for HER felt like one of the most natural things ever to do in life. I couldn’t help but visualize the kind of life she’ll be living after 7 months, with a smelly baby in her arms waiting