Con Artist| 2

After making a lot of rounds trading in the things that I got, I finally made it back home and I was exhausted! I just needed a hot bath and some food and a long nap.

"Zada! I'm home," I yelled into the apartment and I cringed as I saw the dirt on the living room floor. "Zada why don't you ever clean your mess!" I yelled as I picked up her rubbish and threw it away.

I stared at the ugly dirty walls that Zada and I had tried numerous times to cover up with a bunch of my paintings but it just wasn't happening, I mean the paintings did make it better but there were just way too many spots there.

I dropped onto the couch and it creeks making me groan out loud. This place was shit but it was still our place and I loved it here, I think. Well, there's nowhere else I could be because I'm broke.

I felt small warm arms circling around my neck and I sighed happily pecking her arms.

"How are you, Zada?" I asked softly and she kissed my temple before throwing herself next to me, she was a bit out of breath and I wondered what was wrong. "What's wrong?" I asked worriedly, sitting up straighter and she pushed me back down.

"Relax, I was working out," she said calmly.

"Why? You're already a stick," I teased and she rolled her eyes pushing her curly hair into the bun on her head. She didn't seem sweaty, but I was too tired to question her about it.

Zada had beautiful silky black curly hair with green eyes that she obviously got from her dad, she wasn't a stick, she had an average body with the right amount of curves that made her seem older than she really is, she was lighter than I was, considering that she is half white but she had her mother's personality, we both did.

"Go take a shower, Xania, I'll make you some food okay?" she said softly getting up from the couch and I grabbed her, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Thank you, you're an angel!"

"And you're disgusting, go," ahh, teenagers will be teenagers. I slowly got off the couch and walked to my room taking off my dress and throwing it in the hamper, pulling off that hot ass wig I placed it on the dummy head. I grabbed my blue towel and shower cap and wiggled my way to the shower.

After standing for an hour under the shower and screaming at Zada whenever she opened the hot water in the kitchen making the one in the bathroom cold, I finally got out and wore my sweatpants and a crop shirt. Zada had made me a French toast sandwich with orange juice and I gladly finished the food. As soon as I was done I went to my room and caught on some sleep.

Another nap where I dreamt momma was still alive and us living in a house all together happily, with me going to school and studying art, Zada almost finishing off high school and momma living her dream as a singer...all a dream.

When I woke up, the apartment was really quiet and I called out for Zada and noticed she wasn't home. On the kitchen counter was a letter saying that she went to the library to study, my little sister making me proud, I know she will make something out of herself.

I decided to spoil us today and went to the grocery store to buy some food and essential products. Also this time I was able to fit in some snacks because the shoes made a big pay, a really big pay.

Walking back home with the bags in my hands a black car with tinted windows stopped in front of me and I cursed the driver walking around it, just to have another one stop right in front of me again.

"Sara, or should I say, Xania Evans?" A voice said behind me and I quickly sorted out my facials into a confused look before turning around.

"I'm sorry, how do you know my name?" I asked Mike pretending to not know him and he chuckled, pressing his back against the car.

"Xania, you stole from me," he said, frowning and moving closer to me and I sighed moving backwards.

"Look dude, it was a few hundreds, and if you want your money back I'll give it to you," I surrendered seeing that there was no way out of this one, especially seeing that there were two cars blocking my way and all filled with men, so I had to be smart about this one. "The shoes didn't even make that much, just about a thousand."

"You sold my shoes for a thousand?" he asked, shocked and I brought my teeth together lifting my shoulders.

"Actually, they were worth two thousand but I owed a few people some money and I had to pay them back, thief's honour, so I was left with a thousand, and I bought these groceries and now I'm left with four hundred, do you want it?" I asked in a small voice and he clenched his fists. "Please don't hit me."

"I'm not going to hit you!" he growled out clenching his jaw and I sighed in relief. "But I have to punish you in some way, you stole from me and nobody ever steals from me," he raised his hands and I used the bags as my shield to protect me from the coming blow.

"I'm really sorry, I'll give you your watch and three hundred, unfortunately, I can't get your shoes back," I exclaimed behind my bags and he groaned, slamming his fist against the car behind me.

"Stop talking about the shoes!"

"Okay," I squeaked out, the shoes were really making him upset, I wondered how much they were.

"What about the money you were able to take from my bank account?" he asked, pushing the bags down and I had to think of a lie, quickly.

"Mother's medical bills, see my mother has a chronic disease and she's been in and out of the hospital for so long, the doctors, they fear, they fear she may not make it," I said making sure I inserted a few sobs in between my words and when I didn't get a response from him I figured he believed me but when I rose my head I figured I was wrong.

"Your mother died because of drugs, Xania, don't take me for a fool," he said and I had to push down the words that were wanting to come out...well you were a fool last night, bitch.

"What do you want, Mike?" I asked because I have been offering and offering and he hasn't been accepting anything.

"Come to my office tomorrow, at nine a.m sharp, I have a proposition for you," he said, pulling that long jacket over the suit jacket and standing straighter. "I believe you have my wallet, the cards in there."

He turned around and a guy opened the door for him.

"And if I don't come?" I asked looking into the car and he chuckled looking straight ahead.

"For Zada's sake, you will."