Marcus, my ever-present shadow, was standing on the other side of the door. It confused me. Why was he out there? I was in my apartment, and he didn’t follow me anywhere else but here.
I had a show coming up in just a few days. These pictures would be a part of my showcase. I have this dream that I will one day own a little gallery. My family offered more than once to buy me my own, but I’ve turned them down every time. I wanted to do this on my own. No, I needed to do it on my own.
My family didn’t understand why I wouldn’t let them help me. I was a mafia brat. My father was a contract killer and my older brother Tripp, and sister Lilyanna was following in his footsteps.
I respected them for that. Although, I wanted to create art, and share the beauty that I saw in the world.
“Willow, it’s time for you to eat.” Marcus’s voice echoed throughout the room.
He was always on my case, like when I should eat and how much. I guess without him I wouldn’t be as healthy as I was. I would get lost in the beauty that surrounded me, and I would forget the important things, like eating.
“Okay Marcus,” I called out.
I opened the door and walked out into the cooler air. The walls were stark. Nothing decorated them but the peach paint I adorned them with. My bedroom, living room, and kitchen were all brick, just like the outside. All of the other walls were peach. The brick wall was a continues thing throughout my bedroom and living room, only separated by a sheet of drywall.
The kitchen had a bar separating it from the living room giving it an open concept style. The dark butcher block counter top and light covered cabinets were a stunning combination. The beautiful wood floors were a lighter shade than my cabinets. They were just pure wood with a clear gloss coating it. Sighing, I looked at the bare walls again. I was so busy looking for art to share that I never thought of decorating my own walls.
I was doing everything I could to distract myself. I was trying to pretend that I didn’t remember tonight was his night off. That meant Marcus would be out there with another woman. She would get to experience all the things I dreamt about.
“Do I need to remind Slade to feed you dinner?” He asked.
And, there was my reminder. I hated whoever she was.
“I’ll be fine.” I tried to sound upbeat, but all I did was growl the words like an animal.
“Willow?” Marcus asked.
“I’m fine, Marcus,” I replied quietly.
“The fuck you are. This happens every time. Is Slade…” he snapped.
“No. Slade’s fine. I’m fine. Everyone is fine,” I told him quickly.
I couldn’t and wouldn’t tell him about Slade. The stupid man fell for it. He nodded his head and proceeded to make me a sandwich. It felt childish when he took care of me like this. Just moments ago, I would have thought it romantic. Foolish Willow, he will never see you as anything but an annoying job.