Sweet but Psycho episode 5

Sweet but Psycho 😘😘😘
🔥🍒 Written by Bunmi B. Gabriel 🍒🔥
😋 Segment 5 😋
🌸😉 Yolanda 😉🌸
I observed the house quietly, the place was nice enough and good enough to hide. I got into town, hid in the market, not until I saw the rainbow hair girl with fancy blue medicated glasses. Something about her just clicked to me, I had a feeling she would accept me easily, like a crazy nice girl and I was right. The other blonde one didn’t seem to like me though, kept eyeing me suspiciously.
‘Where is she going to stay?’
‘In my room, that way you won’t have to kill me,’ Viona said calmly, the other one speaks much more calmer than her. Viona has this beautiful soft voice, like very light, as in light voice that gives you butterflies in your stomach. Once you hear her voice, the first words that would come out of your mouth is “awwwwwm, so adorable.” Her voice can pull crowd, calm the angriest heart. No matter how angry you are, I am sure her voice can make you calm; just too delicate and light.
To add to her enchanting voice, she had the perfect cute face to finalize the enchantment. She’s tall enough, ivory skinned and curvy in a dainty kind of way; just perfect. Ursula however, just spoke really softly, like if she shouts, her vocal cord will get damage. She’s probably a shy or calm person, their voices are cute. Ursula is taller than Viona, too heavy on the chest, slender but not curvy. She’s beautiful though, black beauty.
‘Will you be okay staying in my room? As least until I can clear and move to the basement?’ Oh my God! I just love her voice, I wanna be like her when I grow up. Hmm, with Ursula’s b-obs though, Viona needs em.
‘Your voice is so cute,’ I said sheepishly.
She smiled. ‘Thank you, helps me get away with many mischief,’
I giggled and played with the hem of my skirt. ‘You don’t have to stay in the basement, we can share, I don’t mind.’ I normally hate sharing but she’s nice.
‘Alright, follow me then.’ She instructed and disappeared into a foyer.
‘Be down quick, I’m making dinner. What would you like to eat?’ Ursula asked coldly.
‘Please stop looking at me like I’m going to steal your girlfriend,’ I said lucidly. ‘I only asked for a place to stay temporarily, not forever so cut your f-cked up attitude and act like a f-cking adult.’ I snarled at her. She blinked, what? I swear, so f-cking what!
‘Good kids don’t swear,’ she said with arms akimbo.
‘When you have lived in the street and become streetwise, you learn to ghettoize yourself.’
‘Wow, you’re smarter than most kids your age,’ she smiled. ‘I like that. Welcome to the family and please, Viona is my older sister and you can call me UA.’
‘Eh? Is that a name? I will rather stick with Ursula or better,’ I looked at her bright blonde hair and smirked. ‘Blondie.’
‘Please don’t call me that,’
‘Blondie it is, bye Blondie….’ I chirped and ran to the foyer. ‘And make me bake beans for dinner!!!’ I shouted. There were four doors in the foyer; one said bathroom, the other, studio, the third Barbie rules and the last one was a painting of a guy being beheaded. Seriously? I knew it was Viona’s with immediate effect. ‘She is so my style.’ I smiled. I walked to the door and opened it, she was going through her wardrobe.
‘The towel on the bed, use it. I have extra everything, manage them for now. In the bathroom, there’s a pink toothbrush and sponge, in fact, anything pink is for you.’
‘Alright, thank you Vee,’
‘You’re welcome. I will drop what you will wear first, then run to the pharmacy to get drugs for your wound.’
‘Okay,’
‘Don’t touch my stuff,’ she warned me. I nodded and picked up the towel on the bed, big but manageable. I went to the bathroom outside the room, cleaned myself up well and then tied the towel around me. I walked back to her room and used her mirror. If I’m going to survive here, I need a dye and glasses. ‘You’re out late,’ I smiled at her as she dropped a bag. ‘I just bought those, wear it. Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping.’
‘Can I ask for a favor?’
‘Shoot,’
‘My mother was a brunette, black to be precise. Can you help dye my hair black and give me glasses like yours? They are cool.’
‘You don’t need to be like your mother to know she’s there,’
‘Yet sometimes when life throws the worse at you, you need something to remind you of the good things you have lost and why you most remain strong.’
‘Brilliant,’ she smirked. ‘I’m not born with fries as brains though, I can tell you are running away from something but I won’t ask what because every human has their own shady secret that is best kept hidden. If you however feel like telling me, I am here to listen. Don’t worry, I won’t share with Ursula. Oh, next time when picking a fake name, try something you will easily remember as your fake name when eventually called. Barbie doesn’t suit you though, you look like a Sofia the first kinda kid.’ She winked at me and walked out of the room. My mouth was wide open, she figured it out! Beautiful and clever, wow!
🍪🍘 Cookie 🍘🍪
I watched Barbie as I slurped my drink from the kitchen, my body was leaning on the kitchen island while she watched cartoon in the living room. She’s a smart one, dangerous if I must say. I’ve moved a lot with bad guys, enough to pick them out when I see one. She must have been kidnapped and trying to hide from the person after her; I was endangering myself by helping her.
‘Pretty isn’t she,’ Ursula said as she lean on the island beside me. ‘Beautiful,’ she took my juice and drank it. ‘You do realize that she’s lying to us, right?’
I chuckled and looked at her nonchalantly. ‘Why do think she’s lying?’
‘It’s unbelievable,’
‘Why?’
‘One, her accent is like….well, Indian. She switches from Indian accent to Russian. How is it possible for a kid that grew up in am orphanage where she was maltreated to know both? How come she looks like someone who money have bathe? Don’t you think it’s fishy?’
‘Have you ever lived in the streets, struggle to survive, to get your daily bread?’ I asked, looking at her face calmly.
‘Well no but….’
‘I have, I know what its like out there. In order to survive, you learn things bigger than you, learn work greater than your size. That’s the rule of surviving babe, be prepared. I grew up there, how many accent can I copy? How many languages can I speak?’ She looked at Barbie and smiled sadly. ‘Barbie is a ghetto girl, looks can be deceiving. Take me for example, when we met until now, don’t I look expensive to you?’
‘Yeah, I guess so.’
‘You should know so dummy,’
‘What do we do about her? We are students, remember?’
‘We can leave her at home,’ I suggested.
‘A kid? On her own?’
‘Does she look like someone who can’t handle herself?’
‘True,’ she murmured. ‘Still dangerous though.’
‘She can handle it. I don’t have lectures tomorrow, I will stay with her.’
‘You promise to get a job,’ she reminded me.
‘Unfortunately,’ Barbie looked over at us and offered her a heart melting smile. I smiled back, so did Ursula.
‘Can I ask a question?’ She asked as she lowered the volume with the remote.
‘Shoot,’
‘Why is your hair rainbow?’
‘Rainbow is crazy, I’m a wacko so we are meant for each other.’ I replied grinningly. She looked at Ursula in confusion.
‘Don’t look at me, I met her this way, two nuts left.’ Ursula said with a shrug.
‘Alright, where are we? What country?’
‘Don’t you know where you are? How do you intend to….’
‘Italy,’ I cut Ursula off.
‘Where is Milan? How far is Milan from this place?’
‘Not that far,’ i replied again. She looked back at the television muttering to herself.
‘Swears, she’s f-cking weird.’
💜 Yolanda 💜
I can’t believe it! Dad is currently here in Italy! He lives in Milan! Wow, how do I get there now? Should I beg Viona to take me? What about the mole? What do I do? I’m scared. ‘Hey,’ Viona called softly, taking her seat beside me. ‘You feeling okay?’
‘My daddy lives in Milan,’
‘Who are you?’ She whispered. ‘Daughter of a rich man his rival kidnapped?’ I nodded. ‘They are still searching for you?’
‘There is a mole, daddy’s left hand man, Thorn. He gives information out for money, he sold me out after he found out about me somehow. Not just him, five of them and one is friend to uncle Carlos. The men will keep their eyes open now because they know I will try to reach dad. They will kill me instantly.’ I sobbed, I’m just seven.
‘Come here,’ she cooed and carried me into her laps. ‘Don’t cry, I’ll help you.’ She whispered, glancing at the door in case of Ursula.
‘How? How can you help?’
‘Do you have a mom?’
‘No,’
‘Do you know if your dad likes women?’
‘Never see the same girl twice and have them selected.’
‘He tells you everything, don’t he?’ I nodded. ‘assh-le, you’re just seven. Anyways, have any particular club he likes hanging at?’
‘He’s unpredictable, never stays in one place. I do know of Uncle Carlo’s though, he goes to check on my dad’s casino up town at Florence every month. His possible checking will be this Friday or next week Wednesday.’
‘Can you describe him?’ I nodded. ‘Good, that’s all I new to know.’
‘What are you gonna do?’
‘You will stay indoors until I can get your dad’s attention one way or the other,’ she dropped me back on the couch. I stared at her amusedly. ‘I need the names of all the moles if you know them….’
‘Aren’t you the slightest bit bothered that you might get killed?’
‘Trust me kid, if I can blow on a wrinkled chopper to gat what I want, nothing else in this life can scare me.’ She winks at me and walked out. What’s a wrinkled chopper?
She’s so creepy.
❤💚💜 Ted 💜💚❤
I exhaled through my mouth as I meditated to calm my nerves, nothing is fine at all but that shouldn’t affect me. As for the mole, we got one but seems like they are more.
‘Ted,’
‘I’ve told you to not call me that stupid name, it’s Ame.’ I said calmly with eyes still close.
‘You can’t make me,’
‘Any luck?’
‘Your witch have done it,’ I opened my eyes and looked at him questionably. ‘River and I saw a burnt car due to a bullet targeted at the engine of the car. Six men dead with one’s finger bitten off. I wouldn’t have cared but who else do you know shoot straight to the engine of a car, other than you? With just a bullet?’
‘And….?’
‘One lost a finger, River had it checked out, it was bitten off by the teeth of a seven to eight years old. The DNA matches hers, she has escaped and is probably here in Italy.’
I exhaled. ‘And you said teaching her cruel things is wrong,’ I smirked.
‘Yeah yeah, you were right. She left a message scraped to the truck she must have driven. She said she’s okay and will come out soon. There’s are seven moles and Thorn is number one.’
‘My smart little girl,’ I smiled. ‘The evidence?’
‘Destroyed and Thorn in custody.’
‘Good, you know what to do with him.’
‘Yes boss,’ he nodded and walked out. I sighed with relief, she’s never gonna leave my sight again once I get her back.
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To be continued.
Smart kid, am I right? 😁