Page 95 of Eyes Like Angel
A latest report came in by one girl told me that Romano’s a party animal, and he liked munching overly salty cuisine, but kept a strict diet by jogging and lifting weights at the gym. Another word spread to my ears, thanks to Saul’s efforts on his research in the Fort Heaven’s underground on hacking to a confidential fact—Romano drank while driving on his way to a job as a paralegal. Though he got arrested, and his mother bailed him out, besides the fact he liked to drink as he fucked women like it’s his full-time job.
This information was outdated, he used to work as a paralegal when he was the same age as Bjorn until he retired at the age of twenty-nine and transferred here in Fort Heaven, for God knows what reason. In a way, he’s a wind, unable to stay in one place and desired to be transported elsewhere. Trying something new was not a terrible quality trait for a person to have, but he bailed without saying much of a goodbye on everyone is what ticks me off.
According to Saul, Romano gathered plane tickets, for Romano to pay a good visit in the town, to see his old friends and his former newfound family again, before heading out. Unfortunately, Saul doesn’t know when Romano will be moving again, but seeing the unexpected surprise from Eva’s face caught me off guard has told me everything.
Whenever she sees me, she scurried ahead, pretending not to know me. Time took effort from Eva’s routine to break the shell and gotten to know me each time she’s occupied outside from her attic.
But with Romano sudden appearance, I don’t know what to make of it all.
The way he embraced her, spoke to her, as if they’re familiar with each other poked my heart to a rushing annoyance.
I wonder what she sees in him, I wondered, rushing with cold adrenaline.
He must’ve been a gentleman to her, I guessed, paranoid.
Funny, friendly and outgoing, that’s what all girls want.
Any man would be willing to give a spare moment for a girl or girls.
Thanks to my intel and gatherers, I provided myself to longue and read the whole night, and had people—girls—who wouldn’t mind being skimpy and kinky—blather their favorite man returning in town, quench for a full recap, an additional asset to my…pleasure of knowing someone personally.
Saul, on the other hand, was excruciatingly a pain in the ass. But a couple a few bucks and little dimes taken out from my pocket, he had a full research in quick swoop, and handed it over to me in Fort Heaven’s underground.
I’ve gotten his file in my possession.
Giggling as a maniac, I scrolled and my eyes sprawled through digital files on the flash drive Saul contributed.
Hearing Romano’s deafening cackle amongst a pack of thirsty girls got my head poked, sounding like a honking old car ready to break down on a road.
Seeing Romano’s face and weirdly sardonic grin makes me want to rip my own eyeballs off, although I’d rather rip his eyeballs and feed—shoved the bleeding eyeballs—into his big-blabbered mouth—ears nearly bleed to that shit. Hearinghis cries while I dismember him could make a thousand times better, to fill and engine my intrusive plans, ways of making my life twice as heavenly at the sound of torture, but with Eva present, I won’t show her my true nature. I didn’t want her to scare away again.
She had to face her dilemmas on and on, with persistent surrounding her, the urges of cutting their throats off were the last thing I need to have a spotless image.
Walking by, roamed over the grounds, monitoring homeless people due to stealing or fighting over small portions in food storage and cooked meal, I spotted Romano approaching her, greeting her in a deafening volume. Eva’s shoulder blades crouched and locked in, as Romano was yapping about some useless shit. I’m aware Eva’s not familiar the terms he’s saying.
“I’m busy at the moment,” she told him strictly, her hands vibrated as she clutched the used napkins and dunked them in the laundry basket.
“Why can’t my precious Sister Eden spare a minute to talk to me and vibe? Am I that smelly? Did my breath stink? I want to spend time with you, Sister Eden.”
Romano leaned in closer which Eva took by surprise.
I overheard her little gasp, even when nobody else detected.
Romano got her name wrong.
Again. That’s twice.
“I’m busy,” she repeated, voice constricted.
“Not until you talk to me,” he protested, less patient and more eager.
My hands balled into fists.
People behind me busied from deft consumption, light chatter bustling in as I was motionless, discarding other noises and eavesdropped afar.
Girls, who were once entertaining Romano’s eyes on their prominent breasts popping out of their tank tops and frilly-laced shirts, shot a glare at the dutiful Eva, hissing about her plain existence and nothing to offer from her skinny frame.
Speedily, my feet took few strides to reach them, pretending to walk ahead across the entrance, blocking the girls’ view from glowering at Eva, clearing my throat behind Romano.
