The Outlaw

Music blasted throughout the apartment as I cooked my dinner, singing alone the song, my hips moving in sync with it.

“Alright, okay

I’ma love you all kind of ways

Boy you got me caliente, when you call me mamacita

Alright, aha

Boy you got me–”

The music suddenly stopped and was replaced by the ringing of my phone. I turned off the gas and went to answer my phone. I furrowed my brows looking at the ‘private number’ displaying on my screen. I have been getting calls from this number for almost over an hour. I hissed in annoyance, “I told that dumb assistant not to give my private number to clients” I curse my assistant. I pick up the phone and answer it.

It would be wrong of I didn’t pick up after the nth time of it ringing me. I avoid drama as much as I can, I already resolve conflicts as a job. I don’t need more drama in my life.

“BITCH! I HAVE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR AN HOUR!! WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN??” A familiar feminine voice shouted from the other side making me smirk

“You changed your number?” I ask putting my phone back to the speaker as I go back to the stove and resumed my cooking.

“Oh yeah I did…” Layla trailled off not knowing what to say, “Anyway, GUESS WHAT HAPPENED!!!” She screeched happily making me chuckle. She would be bouncing on her feet with the excitement she is radiating, “Did he lose his super power of speaking nuisance?” I asked sarcastically.

“NOOO!! HE PROPOSED!! I SAID YESSS!!! AAAAHHHH” Her shoutings vibrated the entire fucking house.

I laughed loudly, “He finally got the balls to pop up the question?” I chuckled remembering a couple of weeks ago the blue eyed man asked for my permission to marry Layla. Layla and I have been two peas in a pod kind of friends, since our childhood. When Layla was four years old her family abandoned her near a dumpster. My mother was walking home that evening when she heard the wailing of a baby, she followed the sound and it let to the most beautiful blonde green eyes baby, her words not mine. Even though my mother was struggling herself to raise me, she wasn’t as heartless as to abandon a child. Layla and I are the same age and as a result we get along pretty well and as we grew up we developed an unbreakable bond.

My mother, Selena, reported the missing child to the authorities the next day. The child services came the next day to take her but mom being a lawyer talked her into letting her stay with her and after months she finally got Layla’s custody and Layla became a part of our family. Layla has always been my best friend and my sister, it’s really hard to find a sister in whom you see your best friend but I did. We were practically twins, we shared the same bed, the same clothes, the same toys. This was also part of the reason why mom adopted her. My mom and dad separated when mom was still pregnant. My dad came out of the closet after years of being married to mom and having kids. He was dating some other guy behind mom’s back for months and as soon as mom got to know of this she divorce him immediately.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Dad moved in with his boyfriend right after the divorce and married him when same sex marriage was legalized here in England, 2014.

Mom and dad both had joint custody of my brothers but eventually, my brothers wanted to live with dad more and mom bring the high headed woman didn’t protest and said they could visit her anytime they wanted. So it was just me and mom until Layla. She was our angel, still is.

“Can you believe?? Like in front of the entire restaurant! I started weeping. The staff and the people were confused to see my crying when Flynn was on his knees.” She screamed making me cringed. I walked to my phone and reduced the sound.

I chuckled, “I bet he was far more confused” I said serving the food on the plate.

“He was, he thought it was me saying no!” She giggled, “He is here talk to him! I am putting you on speaker” she said.

“That is why I gifted him logical reasoning for dummies! Seriously though Layla, is that the same man you told me is cunning and smart?” I chuckled.

I heard a giggle and an offended ‘hey’

I giggled too, “Anyways, congratulations to you guys!! You’ll make a great couple I know that and if you don’t then you have my number.” I said the last part teasingly.

“We are not even married yet and you’re thinking about our divorce?” Flynn’s deep voice came from other side.

I cocked my head as I sat on the couch, “No I was talking to my sister, for whom I could arrange a few… Dicks?” I said making Layla laugh loudly. I heard Flynn’s growl on the other side making me laugh, “So you’re a pump now? Lawyer tuned pimp?” Flynn’s thick Italians accent came chuckling at me.

“Oh no never! How can I unemploye my future brother in law? That’s your department sweetie!” I blew a kiss on the phone as the three of us erupted in another fit of laughter.

“You can’t win from me, pretty boy” I said.

“Oh I know I can’t!” Flynn said as his laughter died down.

“Anyway bitch! You’re coming here to Italy today or tomorrow. I have my engagement party and I want you to be there.” She ordered making me raise my brows.

“Flynn you made my shy sister.. order me?” I chuckled amused.

“Oh you have no idea, Lilith!!! She drives me nuts!” Flynn groans making me giggle. I heard a smacking sound and an masculine ouch making me chuckle.

“Actually I was planning to come to you guys. I have the week off, government holidays and I wanted to meet the two of you” I say shoving the jasmine rice in my mouth along with curry chicken. I moaned softly at the taste, you can never go wrong with indian food.

“I’ll arrange your tickets now, will tomorrow be okay with you?” Flynn asks excitedly.

“Yeah that’ll be cool” I say as he goes off and Layla comes to line. We talk for another hour when I received an email from Flynn that had the flight booking. Thank God for me being European. I can travel to other European countries without a visa.. well mostly. All hail my British ass.

“Anyway, I’ll go and pack my bags. I’ll meet you tomorrow.” I said and we bid our goodbyes.

The smile on my face faltered as I walked towards my room and I took out the bag. My mind filled with numerous thoughts, swirling around, thinking about nothing in particular. I placed the packed bag near the room as I made some room in my bed. You know this feeling you have when you have everything you want but there is still something missing?

I am not the one to talk about feelings. Feelings are just my thing, that doesn’t mean I am an emo or a heartless bitch. I just don’t feel enough. But then everyday at night I am always hit by a huge bus of emotions. I set a timer on my phone and let the thoughts consume me.

Maybe all of this emotions are because the most important thing in my life is greatly missing. Something that I have always turned a blind eye on? Before I could have acknowledged it, exhaustion got the best of me and I fell in a deep slumber.