Chapter 2

    Frankly, Everything sucks!

     Since my four months of working here, I can say I have stolen from at least ten people. I can't just stop, especially when I have to pay tasks, water bills, electricity bills, gas bills, house rent, and foooood!

      Adulthood is a pure scam, you wake up one morning and discover that you are owing a freaking 10,000$!!!

      Seating with a sad look on my face, I bit my lower lips, pretend to quiver them and it was working. The man suddenly have forgiven me and was begging my boss to let me retain my position but his Karen wife was something else.

   At some point, I wanted to kill her. Maybe if I pull her hair so hard, she would know better than to call me an Italian bitch. I know my accent sound a bit funny but saying it to my face is something else. She even suggested that they are not the first person I must have stolen from to be so skillful and not get noticed.

     'Well, I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you guys are not the first'

       I wish I could tell them that that would not be the last either.

   

      My boss's office wasn't like the best I have seen. Just cream wall paint, four chairs, a big table and lots of files on it. Two empty cups of coffee sat dusty right in front of where I sat, making me wonder how many decades it has been there.

  

      The most annoying part was when this Karen wife decided to come close to me to slap me. That was humiliating but I did steal from her since I would eventually get fired. I want to slap her back and pull her hair off her big head!

      Poor Karen! Who had 20$ in her bag and yet kept screaming like she was the psycho daughter of the president. Before I use to believe that all Karens are mainly blondes.

  

       Walking out of the coffee shop with a fake look of sadness, I screamed. Believe me, when I say I look like a mad woman, I opened my mouth, bent my head back, and screamed again in audible.

  "I can't believe I stole it".

     Trying to make myself look as if I want to cry, I held my chest and forehead. No matter how I tried, the more I failed so I just gave up trying. After all, I already lost the job I worked for only four months because of a goddam ring.

         Damn!

        I don't know if I should feel ashamed that I got caught by the CCTV camera or worry about my class in college tomorrow. Yes, I successfully got into the De paul university to study criminology. How funny that I will eventually get to catch people like me at a job in the next few years. I can say it won't be anything like a job, it would be more like a game because I won't have to stress myself to get them.

 

      Seriously, I am beginning to think I have made a mistake by running off Italy. I have been here for only seven months and I am getting fed up already. Everyone hates me, I think even the lecturers because that alone can explain why they are all failing me for no reason.

      Ps: Remember to go into a foreign country with a pot of money.

     

     I have never see a car so simple and yet scary; the black Limousine in front of me is an example. Or the men standing around the car with their faces like funerals attendances in plain black suits. I can't tell if they were selected for this because they are all huge, and have visible tattoos on their palm, neck, or face.

Just four of them and I am beginning to feel like they are too much.

      One has his hand inside his front suit jacket as of holding his chest, another has his hands inside his trouser front pockets like some kind of style, and another...

      The back door of the car suddenly revealed a leg of a shiny back shoe. In anticipation, I bit my lower lip as I stood still. Seriously, I am beginning to get offended at the person for taking so much time in bringing out his second legs as if trying to let everyone get their eye full of his shiny black shoes.

      'Just get out already' I scoffed as I took a few steps away 'It won't be a surprise if you look like a chicken!'.

      Deciding to mind my business, I turned and began to walk away; Almost about to take a sharp corner, I collided with someone who immediately began to rub his hands over my body. He looks interesting so I did let him, after all, I found somethings in his pocket that might be good.

      As he pretends to be sorry for stealing my 20$ I smiled at his stupidity for losing a lot of money to me. I can tell, even as all I did was stare and smile at him as he left.

      Checking if the money was real, I smiled from ear to ear. With my head low as if my head could no longer carry it, I let out a muffled scream. I wanted to shout for joy but seeing my environment isn't the best place to do that, swallowed the joy with a red face.

 

    'He can hit me anytime' I muttered.

  

     Maybe that was the reason I should have waited. It could be I would have gotten more or would not have lost my 20$ but it's fine; i have 500$ now.

       What I still want to see is the face of the sluggish man that was nowhere to be found.

  

   His gain, my lost. But checking at the right sense, none of them were my lost; not even the 20$.

 

     Frankly, I meant it when I said it, surely, if I had met him, I would have stolen from him and probably put myself in trouble.

    The Limo is still there just that the men are reduced to two, and I see no point in wanting to see him again.

He looks fine, he looks like a whole meal but I think I have something now. So, I looked down at the notes, recounted the 500$ with a calm smile, and placed it into my pocket.

      Like the happiest person on earth, I turned back only to collide with another person.

  

    "Shit!"

     This Douchebag better not be a thief! Please not twice!! I can't lose this money!!!

    Quickly, I brought out the money from my pocket and held it firm even when I am falling.

   Wait.

     Oh, I wasn't falling, I thought I would fall if not for the strong arms around my waist and my upper body. I looked up to see a mean-looking fellow glaring down at me for a blissful second. The man's empty blue eyes stared intensively into mine for a few seconds making me scream in terror.

     

     Sadly, only a muffled scream escaped my throat as I felt consumed.

      Oh no!

     

       Quickly, I got off his grip only to hit my back against another person. I looked up to see one of those funeral attendance men and good thing, I couldn't look at his evil eyes because the black glass he wore even look evil.

     The next thing I did was check my palm for my 500$ and when I found it, I hugged it with a smile on my face.

       "Move her" I heard someone said.

      Before I know what was happening, I felt carried. I was about to scream when he dropped me, I mean the man with the black glass. But you trust me, I did search him for something, and what I felt made me freeze to death.

       I felt a freaking gun!

      Or maybe not. Maybe it wasn't real, maybe it was something else I mistook to be a gun or maybe a toy gun to scare someone. Now the question would be who? Why? And what have I gotten myself into?

 

       "Hello, sir" I waved at the sluggish man "I will be on my way"

   

       Pathetic.

 

      As if he didn't know I was leaving or as if I wasn't supposed to leave. I gave him the last cracked smile I had shortly before turning and running off. I did not bother to look back until I am home and made sure to lock the door.

       I trembled in loneliness as I bath. No roommate, no family, no boyfriend, nobody to talk to at all.

      I miss my parents. Hopefully, I pray they are resting wherever they are.

    Memories of the day they left flashed back; the gifts they gave me. It funny enough how many people feel it’s something they can have too.

      I lay down on my twin-size bed and began to eat a leftover candy I had left there three days ago. I ignored the unpleasant taste and began to check my stealings for the day.

      500$ and a diamond ring seems to be the best so far.

      Don't call me a careless thief when I say I stole a diamond ring from the sluggish man. It looked so expensive and I know one thing for sure.

       Mere looking at it, I know my struggle had been settled and all that’s left for me is to know when and whom to sell it to. To be sure, I brought my phone and search for any ring that would match the description but none…..wait a minute, there is one but it’s sold out.

      

      Oh, snap! I don’t want to talk about the amount!

     

      "I am RICH!!!!"