Chapter 22: Building

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*Mild Abuse*

     Alex P.O.V.

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'shit' I thought keeping a stiff smile on my face

'Just change the topic Alex. Friendly stranger terms. That's it!' I encourage myself mentally to not worry

"So~, what do you do for a living" I ask as we stroll through the streets

"oh, you know just some boring office job" He says casually

' Yeah right. Just some boring MAFIA office job' I think sarcastically, while maintaining a smile on the outside

"What about you" He asked

"hm?" *tilts head*

"What's a young lady like yourself doing living alone" He clarifies

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"Oh, well I was bored and just wanted to do something without having to worry about things all day" I say

"?, Why would you have to worry" He asks glancing at me

"uh...no reason" I say vaguely

We continue walking while making small talk with each other. After a couple of minutes I started to warm up to him. He is surprisingly fun to talk with and I started talking about more personal things.

" I don't really spend time with my mother at all so It wasn't hard for me to leave" I told him sipping my hot chocolate, which he bought for me a few blocks back

"What about your father?" He asked curious

"He died" I say bluntly

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He seemed alarmed by my statement  and said sorry

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'hm.... I see why he feels sorry for me, but I never knew my father in my last life either' I thought calmly, 'The past ....huh' I thought emotionlessly

"What about your friends" He tried again

"I'm not too sad. I know we'll meet very soon" I said mysteriously

"?" He looked at me questionaly but shrugged it off

We turned a corner and ended up at a small 2 story building for sale

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"This is perfect" I said with sparkles, clasping my hands together I bowed towards Timoteo

"Thank you for walking me"

"No worries, It was my pleasure" He said with a grandfatherly smile and left after we exchanged contact info

[A/N Alex don't just go and give your number to mafia boss's *pulls hair in frustration*]

     Timeskip

It took me awhile but I finally bought the building and now it's time to get to work

'work? what work you ask. Well obviously cleaning'

I place my hands on my hips and look around the room scanning every spec of dirt. The place is full of dirt, dust, and garabage from top to bottom. I roll up my sleeves and breath out before I get to work.

     2 Days Later

*sigh*

I plop on the ground breathing out a sigh of relief

 "Finally I'm done" I mumbled exhausted

I look up at the ceiling and remembered the conversation I had with Timoteo

'Who knew I would think about the past again' I thought tiredly,drifting off to sleep

      Dream

"mommy" ?? wailed turning her hazy eyes upon a larger figure

"BASTARD!! Don't call me that" ?? yelled while hitting her again and again

The desperate pleas of the injured girl go unnoticed until silence is heard at the break of dawn. In a small rundown house the lifeless eyes of an unrecgonizable figure lays staring up at the ceiling.

"I just want to die" She mumbles while tears stream down her face

     Dream End

"*Gasps* ah huh" I bolted awake panting with sweat dripping down my face

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*sigh*

"That dream again" I mumbled covering my face with my hands

'whatever, time to get back to work' I thought walking away

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