She kept walking while holding her late mother's phone, which she had placed on her left ear as soon as she left the hospital.
God only knows how annoyed the person on the other end of the phone was. She kept raving, but Elisabeta was so preoccupied with her broken world that the woman's words were like rain on the rock.
Her father began acting oddly towards her the minute he found she didn't originate from his crotch but from another guy.
Her father used to call her "Kitty" because of her huge, dark eyes, but now everything has flipped upside down. She was more like a terrible tiger who would annihilate the Gracia's family if she went too close.
"For the eighteenth time, Elisabeta Gracia, come and take your belongings out of my house; your rent is due!"
Elisabeta hastily removed the phone from her ear as the woman's cry jolted her back to reality. Was her landlady attempting to make her eyes tear once more?
"please, Madam X. I recently lost my mum. Allow me time to…" She was cut off when the woman abruptly terminated the call.
She put her palm on her head but instantly regretted it since the rustling of the leaves of trees made her shudder. As she walked down the street, she massaged her arms with her palms as the cold weather blew a cool air her way.
Despite her father's warning to leave Las Vegas, she couldn't risk boarding a train in the middle of the night to return to her mother's hometown, and she wouldn't sleep on the streets.
She diverted her focus to the filthy beggars glaring at her. They couldn't help but assume she was affluent because she was dressed in an exquisite dinner gown.
Their hands were almost touching her, but she sprang out of their grasp. Even though she attempted to walk faster, her feeble body, which was suffering from stress and a lack of nourishment, was not willing to comply.
"Go away," she said when one of them finally apprehended her.
"Sister, please give us money; we are poor," he begged, clutching the hem of her gown.
Poor? Did he believe she was the polar opposite since she used to reside in the Gracia's mansion? She shook her head as the beggars continued to harass her; if they only understood what she was going through, they would gladly hand up their bowl of money to her.
She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't notice the moving automobile speeding towards her.
"What the heck are you doing, woman?" the driver yelled as he attempted to stop the car, but nothing appeared to work. As he continued to pump the automobile horn, thick sweat formed on his brow.
Elisabeta was drawn back to normality, but it was too late; the man's mouth dropped wide as he closed his eyes. He knew he was about to commit murder, but the woman in question was merely smiling; the bright lights from the headlamp made her face shine.
"I would be very glad if you could come before my wedding, Mr. Death. If you had taken me instead of my mother, I would have complimented you on your presence in this world," Elisabeta muttered before shutting her eyes.
Her lips curved into a big grin. She had no property to bequeath and no one to bequeath it to if she did. What was the point of staying so long? She opened her arms wide as she saw death pull her heart and soul away from her body.
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Even though he was wearing double gloves in each hands, his hands were trembling. His shaking lips couldn't say anything, but his gaze flickered from the body laying on the front of the car to the man seated next to him, whose visage could make the king of the forest shiver.
They already had hundreds of new dead bodies in the car's trunk, and now there's a lady bathing in blood on the front.
Nobody would know there was a murder at 2:45 am. if they buried the girl in a nearby bush, cleaned the car, and drove away as if nothing had occurred.
This was a terrible shambles; If anyone else's eyes saw it, they'd be in jail. Maybe he'll be the only one in jail, not the guy next to him.
But why is this man sitting next to him, impeding his ability to drive away? Was he cursed in some way? Didn't he know what was in store for them?
"Nikolas, why did you hit her?" the man sitting next to the person behind the wheel abruptly inquired.
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