EPISODE 2
1032 Words
ANASTASIA GRIFFITHS
I woke up early in the morning with a banging headache. Yesterday was epic and I got wasted without a question, but the minute I saw Maurizio's car down in the basement, I got sober instantly.
Wait... so, this wasn't a dream? My husband is back from his business trip? His side of the bed is empty and quite neat; does this mean he let me sleep alone on our bed in our bedroom? Oh God, this does not feel good. I really have a bad feeling about this.
I rolled my naked body out of bed and grabbed my robe on the couch, wearing it before I went to the bathroom to wash my mouth and my face. Once I was done, I walked out of the room and immediately got in the elevator, pushing the first-floor button. As soon as the elevator opened its doors, I rushed out to the kitchen where I found Katrina, our helper washing the dishes. Wait, which dishes is she washing? Last night's dishes or breakfast dishes? Did my family eat breakfast without me? Where is my family?
"Good morning, Katrina,"
"Well, it is noon to you, signora. How are you today?" She politely asked, but now my brain is stuck on the part where she said it is noon. I made a quick turn and looked at the digital watch on the fridge and indeed it was just after 12 PM.
"Signora, are you okay?" Katrina asked, standing next to me.
"No, I need a glass of water, Katrina," I said, taking steady breaths as I sat down on the barstool and put my hand on my head.
I am trying so hard not to panic about missing work today. I might be my own boss, but I had a couple coming for food tasting and a couple of orders which I had to process today, but here I am, nursing my hangover.
"Here you go,"
"Thank you," I said, taking the glass from Katrina and drank down the water before I asked for more.
As if my day is not getting any worse, Maurizio is my other problem. I am even scared to call him and ask where he is. He never left the house before without saying goodbye – he always made sure that I got my morning kiss before he left for work, or vise versa. Oh, this is a sign that he is angry and I won't lie, it makes me nervous.
After drinking my second glass of water, I went back upstairs to our bedroom and went for a bath. This was the quickest bath I have ever had in history, but what can I say, I am nervous, I don't even know what to think.
After settling for boyfriend's jeans and a white cami top, I searched my phone which I left inside my bag, and searched for any missed calls or messages and I had tons.
I scrolled, checking if there are any calls from my husband, but surprise-surprise, there weren't any. This hurt more.
Wait, 8 missed calls from Beverly? Dammit, I should call her back. It could be important but, is she not supposed to be at school? What could have happened?
After calling her back, her phone rang unanswered. I tried for the second time, but it was rejected and again and again.
I got so worried for a moment, but my positive side of mind told me to relax, because my baby girl is at school and she is rejecting my calls because she is at school.
I laid on the bed and opened the messages and got through them, but just when I was about to close down my phone, a new message goes in.
'I hope to see you soon so we can finish what we started.' - +39 0549 724657
An image was attached to the message and after I clicked open, I wanted the world to just open up and swallow me. I don't remember this whole scene happening and I don't even know this guy. How much alcohol did I drink?
Here in the picture, I am kissing a man from last night's club and he has his hands on my ass. I look like I was enjoying the kiss, and boy, if Maurizio sees this picture, I am dead.
'I do not know how this happened but what I know is that it will never happen again. Please delete that picture and do not ever text me again.' - Anastasia
'I wish I could, but the picture is already all over the net, signora,' - +39 0549 724657
No, this can't be. Is this why I have so many social media notifications? If Maurizio sees this, that is if he hasn't yet, then I am a walking dead.
After contemplating for a while, I logged onto my Twitter account and need I not to look further because I was trending on number 1. Should I relax because Maurizio does not have a Twitter account? No, his sister does and she is probably calling me a puttana wherever she is.
I curled myself on the bed and began to cry. Why don't I remember kissing this strange man? I turned so much men down yesterday, because I am devotional to Maurizio and now this,?
'Signora, are you still there?' - +39 0549 724657
'You took advantage of a drunk woman, you perve! My husband will deal with you.' - Anastasia.
I switched off my phone and tossed it against the wall. It broke down and fell into pieces.
"Oh God, what has gotten into me. I forgot about my kids! My kids!"
I jumped off the bed and ran out of the room, going to the twins' room and their beds are neat and they are not there.
I run to Leonardo's room and my baby is also not there. Where are my kids?
"Katrina," I shout, heading downstairs to the living rroom. "Katrina!"
"Signora, is anything the matter?" She asked, almost panicking.
"Yes! My kids, where are they?"
"Oh, signora," She chuckles. "You gave me a fright for nothing. They left earlier with Signore Maurizio."
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