The day started the way most of Latricia’s days started. She would wake up in her big bed, in her big house she now lived alone with. It was a beautiful house, spacious, modern, just wonderful. And Latricia’s alone. Well it was he mother who paid for it but it was a graduation gift and it was Latricia Caliente’s name on all the owner’s papers.
She hadn’t yet gotten used to it, none of it, to owning her house, to living alone to this big bed, so much grander than the bunk bed she used to share, first with Rosie, her big sister and later with Bran, her brother.
But she was slowly getting into some routine. She slipped quietly out of her bed, gotten on her warm slippers and headed downstairs planning to make herself waffles and her favorite caramel cappuccino.
She was looking forward to her first coffee of the day, she was still fighting off sleep from her head, she was out pretty late last night, she was at a party, yet another her manager insisted her to attend. This one was at Mortimer Goth’s mansion where she spoke with Lucky Hoves, a girl barely older than Latricia herself, Latricia went to school with Lucky’s younger sister Irene and she knew Lucky because she dated her ex boyfriend’s brother and now Lucky was running for mayor. It was strange how far some people had gotten with their careers and their lives Latrica thought as she descended the stairs. She was about to step into the kitchen area when she saw something was off.
Her big screen TV, the one she watched all the Llamas games was gone. Just like that. She stared at the empty space feeling unreal. Things, big things don’t just disappear. She lifted her eyes from the carpet taking in her whole room. She then saw the glass scattered all over the floor and the broken window over it. Realization hit then. Someone had been inside her house.
Someone broke her window. Someone or multiple someones crept around her home while she slept. Someone took her TV. She slumped in the dining chair feeling weak and helpless. There had been an crease in robberies all over town, someone had even tried to rob her mother’s house a while ago but somehow Latrica never expected it could happen to her. Bad things never happened to her. She felt her dinner coming up as a strong sense of horror threatened to overwhelm her. At least my piano is still there. She thought to herself looking at her prized possession on the other side of the room. It was probably to big for the burglars to take away, or maybe they didn’t realize how much it was worth….
Once she calmed down a bit she called her mother. Once she assured her she was fine and that she really didn’t hear anything Nina Caliente went into her usual ramblings her daughter knew to expect.
“Well we should have installed the alarm system we have here in your house too… I just never thought… The police is just useless I was sure they would have gotten around to stop this by now… Or better yet you should find a man. No one like sleeping alone, Tricia darling, I know that. So what if you broke up with that Kerry guy… You were right to do so, it is too early to commit to anything. You are both so young… It is the time of your lives when you should be having fun…” Once she realized Latrica wasn’t saying anything Nina stopped abruptly taking in a deep breath. “I’ll call Sara.”
Sara was Latricia’s older cousin, her aunt Dina’s eldest daughter. Causing large disapproval of her family Sara joined the police force some years ago. “No. You don’t have to call Sara mum.” Latrica said. If her cousin was brave enough to take charge of her life not her mother meddle in her life so should Latrica. She was a grown woman. “I will go to the station myself and report this.”
Her mother sigh was so loud and so laced with disappointment that Latrica could picture her face so easily as if she was standing right in front of her. She was well used to seeing that face after all.
“Fine. Do as you want Tricia.” Her mother said coldly but not without adding. “Call me if you need anything more.”
“I will. I love you mum.” She said unsure if the older woman heard her over the click of the line being disconnected. She dropped her phone on the table and got up. Her legs were still a little wobbly and she realized she had lost all her appetite but she was feeling a bit better. She got up and got dressed. She felt a little unsure, leaving her house like this but she hopped no one would dare come in during the day.
The trip to the police station was a drag. Latrica wished she had let her mother call her cousin, or at least that she had came along. They constantly pushed her from one person to another until finally they put her in a small cluttered room and told her to wait until one of the officers is free to come talk to her.
You should have used the Caliente name… Her mother’s voice whispered in her head and Latrica pushed it away. She hatted using her family name. It did give her an edge in things but that wasn’t what Latrica wanted, she wanted to be treated the same as everyone else… And then the door opened. A young man in a dark uniform came inside. Latricia froze. Suddenly she wished she had after all told someone her name.
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