I take a deep breath as I stare at myself in the mirror, hating how worn out I look. I look like a mess; a hot mess, but still a mess.

I finally managed to get some sleep last night, my mind finally relaxed as I thought about Mr Martino helping with the case.

Though, I kept turning and tossing, I am relieved I got some rest.

I do admit that I need more sleep. I need to relax a little bit more , because my body is aching right now.

Having woken up not less than twenty minutes ago, I need more time to feel energetic. It need more energy to start jumping around.

Nevertheless, I force a smile on my face, my insides exploding in nervousness. I really need to take a bath, cause I think that I'm beginning stink.

I've been bathing every single day, yet I look like a dog shit on me.

My white socks are beginning to look grey, my sweatpants look like they haven't been washed in ten years, and my sports bra looks like a mop.

It's embarrassing to think that Mr Martino saw me like this; I would have thrown on fresh clothes if I knew that he was coming to my room. I would have worn something similar to what I'm wearing right now, though.

The suitcases I brought here contain of the same things: sweatpants, sports bras, crop tops, a few loose jeans, a few t-shirts, and a few dresses to make me seem decent.

When I buy clothes, the first thing that comes to mind is comfort. I don't look for the latest fashion, not because I can't afford it, but because I know that I will never wear the clothes.

My parents are the ones that usually buy me formal clothes, and I can literally count how many times I've worn the clothes.

Though, I do think that I'll be wearing the clothes more often now. Because of the career I've chosen.

Why can't lawyer wear sweatpants to court? My job there won't change.

I'll still do what's required of me, but I'll be more comfortable.

After I'm done brushing my teeth, I sing along to a pop song as I strip out of my clothes, walking inside the bathroom. I turn on the shower, now switching to a RnB song.

The water lands on top of my head, relaxing me. I begin to loosen up as the water rolls down my body, making a shiver of satisfaction pass through my body.

I guess a hot shower is what I needed to feel more like myself.

I don't know how much time I spend in the shower, but I do know that I'll be back for another shower in the evening... It might help me sleep better tonight.

Not wanting to get the floor wet, makes me tiptoe to my temporary closet. I grab a pair of jeans and a large t-shirt with one of my favorite lingeries: no one will see it, but I'm still gonna wear it because I always look cute in it.

My feet carry me out of the closet and into the main bedroom when I'm done dressing up, my attention now going to my messed up hair.

Having coil hair is very difficult for me, and I know that it will be impossible for me to style it right now, so I just pass a brush through it, leaving it loose.

I'm glad I did cornrows a few days ago, cause it made my hair feel a little bit soft.

A smile graces my lips when I stand in front of the mirror again, I look much better than I did a few minutes ago. I can't help but twirl a few times, blowing a kiss to my reflection as I admire how good I look.

I clean up good.

After I'm done applying some lip gloss to my lips, I walk towards my handbag, grabbing my phone and laptop from it.

I have to make a folder for Mr Martino's case, and hopefully I'll save the folder before logging out.

Being forgetful and sometimes too mentally occupied has made me lose a lot of files, both physical and software.

I'm easily distracted, and sometimes I just find myself zooming out when people talk.

Though, I try my hardest to listen when important matters are being discussed, which thankfully works.

I take a look at my wristwatch, sighing in relief when I realize that I have a few minutes to spare. I find myself skipping to the kitchen, not once caring about people seeing me.

Honestly speaking, this house--mansion deserves to have some noise. When you come in here you'll admire the interior and design of the house, but once you begin living inside it, you'll end up thinking it's a museum.

Clean, but quiet and boring.

My first stop when I enter the kitchen is the fridge: I grab a cup of yogurt from it and some apples, with a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries.

I place the plates on the table, thankful that Julie always places the strawberries in the fridge for me.

The day I got here, I mentioned that I love strawberries covered in chocolate and she promised that she'll always make some for me in the night, and she's yet to break her promise.

To be honest; this place has been good to me. Yes, some people are rude, but that's understandable. Because I know that not everyone that lives on this earth will like me.

"Hey," Hunter murmurs when he steps inside the kitchen, chuckling when he sees that I can't reply to him, due to my full mouth.

Nevertheless, I decide to wave at him, continuing with my food.

"Where are you going all dressed up?" Hunter asks, sitting next to me. He tries to grab one of my strawberries, but I push his hand away.

"Get your own," I hiss, moving my plates away from his reach, which makes him laugh.

"You're violent...I like it," He mutters jokingly, taking a sip of his pepsi. "Fuck off," I reply to him, rolling my eyes with a small smile on my face.

Since that day I found him drunk, Hunter and I have become friends. We joke around with each other, and we also talk about our lives and childhood.

From what he has told me about himself and Mr Martino, I have to admit that indeed, the two would be in jail for the many pranks they committed... I also admit that they have funny memories together.

I wish I had sometime like Hunter to make memories with in my childhood.

I did have Sam, but I was always self conscious around her; not because she had a problem, but because of my insecurities and let's not forget her strict, crazy parents.

Sam's parents always made me feel like shit: they would always mock me when I got to their house, calling me stupid when I failed a test at school.

I also remember them wanting to cut my hair off when I was around the age of eight, because it was too vibrant and distracting.

My parents were livid when they heard this. They threatened to sue them if they, Sam's parents, were to say or do shit to my hair. I think that was the last time I stepped foot inside their house, I really don't remember.

I'm honestly glad that Sam left that house.

"Are you going to tell me where you're going?" Hunter asks, staring at me as I wash the plates I just used.

"I'm going to speak to Mr Martino about the case... Do you want to join me?" I ask, getting nervous when I realize that it's time for me to see Mr Martino.

A breath of relief leaves my mouth when Hunter agrees, throwing the empty can of pepsi away. "Yeah... I actually forgot that Diego agreed to help," He says, grabbing my laptop and phone from the kitchen island, handing both items to me.

"Thank you." I mumble, not paying that much attention to what he says.

I already knew that Mr Martino told him about the case. The two know everything about each other's lives.

Hunter and I begin walking towards Mr Martino's office, talking about anything and everything that comes to mind.

We stop in front of Mr Martino's bedroom door, and Hunter reaches out for the door knob, which turns before he can even touch it.

The door opens a second later, my eyes widening when I see one of the maids leave the room, a few of her dress buttons destroyed, which leaves her entire cleavage out for people to see.

I guess Mr Martino had a fun, relaxing night.

Author's Note.

This chapter wasn't my best, and I had to include a few other things because I wasn't really feeling the drafted one.

It's seven in the morning, and I can't believe I rushed to finish this chapter.

The goal today is three chapters, so hopefully I accomplish my goal. Honestly, I aren't feeling that well today.

How are y'all?

Y'all be safe❤️