Psycho

Chapter 17

"buon pomeriggio e benvenuto su Cucina, cosa posso offrirti?" Good afternoon welcome to Cucina what can I get you

" sorry I don't speak Italian " I said with a shake of my head  that sentence seemed to make her smile broaden

" Gyal mi nuh even like di language mi yardie."  Girl I don't even like the languages I'm Jamaican She said with a laugh

" well I'm American but I understood what you said " I say with a laugh

" good enough Baby love so what would you like ? "

" well what do you recommend? " with a tilt of my head after contemplating for a bit

She squealed and clapped her hands

" Mi know exactly wah tuh git yu." She rushed back into the restaurant

After about 30 minutes she came out with a basket of fresh garlic bread that contained some pasta what had pieces of shrimp, a skillet that has what seemed to be zucchini, mozzarella and a tomato base as well as a tiramisu slice of cake

My mouth watered and my stomach was grinding waiting to take a bite

" Now dis de di wuk gyal mi hope yu fulljoy." She said with the brightest grin

" thank you  uhh... what's your name ? " I ask with furrowed eyebrows

" Mi name de Femi. " she said her hands clasped behind her and swaying back and forth

" well thank you Femi "

She walked away and I dug into my meal while drinking a glass on water on the side .  Once full I paid and leaving Femi a good tip promising to see her again while also asking her the best places to find a place to rent

Taking Femi's directions I get to a place where there are a lot of taxis and get in one directing the driver to a village in Venice where most people rent out their homes .

Once I arrived , I exit the taxi and look upon the streets that were close to the coast line to see which area to start my home search  . I closed the door of the taxi  and as soon as it sped off I realised one thing

Oh no my bag .

I turned to yell after the taxi but it was already around the corner . I tried my best to run after it and tell but it was almost as if like it sped up even more .

Giving up I fell to my knees . Too tired to stand up and even try to even stand

Ughhh I was too high of the pasta that I forgot my bag . Now how am I supposed to get a home with no money ?!

In that moment it seemed like the odds were built against me and a rush of wind hit me . As soon as droplets hit my face . I turned my face to the sky and groaned . The sound coming from  pits of frustration that were so deep in my stomach

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The rain was pouring . My hair was sticking to my face and my shirt and my back

I guess this is my wash day

The rain was too heavy for me too see anything and the cobblestone pathways are dark due to the tall buildings in the surrounding

I stumbled through the streets holding onto the walls of each building with my hands scraping and cutting them as I did so  . Until my hands came across a wooden door

Taking a chance I opened the door and stumbled inside . Pushing the hair out of my face , I opened one eye scared to see what I walked into. I came across dim lighting and front desk that was front of dark blue painted walls

Coming towards it I knocked on the wooden desk calling out for someone . A blonde haired women wrapped around a maroon cardigan came and stood behind the desk

" hello and welcome to porta della speranza ( door of hope ) homeless shelter

Well welcome home Nia

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Poor Nia she honestly can't get a break she needs one 😭😭😭😭

* laughs manically *
Applause for the double update people👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 see you in chapter 18
Also the next chapter will be a bit of a time jump

Much love
~N