The Diary of the Russo Sisters: Their Whore of a Mother & Rome's Hacking Skills [Four]

Dear Diary,

Today the unexpected happened. “Fate” decided to pay Dallas & me a quick visit. Well, it was kinda like “fate,” but not really. More like luck.

Who would have thought that the waiter at Da Nico’s would have recognized a man in a photograph from eighteen years ago? Ha, “fate” my ass, more like pure luck if you ask me. Angelino Lombardi…Angelino Lombardi…Lombardi…where have I heard that name before? Anyways, Angelino Lombardi…the man with perfect raven locks, mesmerizing emerald green eyes that seem to pierce your soul, and that oh so charming smile that would make any woman’s heart melt. It’s strange, when the universe seems to give up on you; hope urges you to keep looking for answers. Fascinating isn’t it? And to think…I was about to give up searching.

I had a feeling Mom would try everything in her power to keep the truth from Dal and I. What a Bitch. I don’t understand her. I don’t understand what drives her to do the unthinkable things that she does. The unthinkable things consisting of sexual exploitation through prostitution, alcoholism and drug abuse. I’ll say it because it needs to be said… my mom is a call girl, better yet known as a hoe!

Oh, and one of my mom’s best qualities besides her whorish tendencies is the ability to conceal the truth. My mother deserves an award for The World’s Best Pathological Liar fallowed by The World’s Worst Mother of All Time award! If you don’t believe me now, you’ll believe me in the end. My mom is a horrible mother. She’ll never know what it means to be a good mother…ever.

It’s surprising that Dal & me turned out all right. The “all right” meaning fortunately enough for us. Ol’ man O’Conner is a lifesaver. If it wasn’t for him…Dal & me could be strung out on crack, walking the streets for our next high or fix, or worse…laying in a gutter dead. Who knows where we’d be today without him. Ol’ man O’Conner is like the Grandfather that Dallas & I have never had…

Shit, I got to go…my mom’s returned and it sounds like she’s not alone. Looks like Dal & me have a long night a head of us…

~Meridian

Meridian Russo closed her diary and quickly put it underneath her pillow for safekeeping. Her mother was home and by the sound of it, she wasn’t alone. She was never alone. Her emerald green orbs glanced over at the Hello Kitty clock on the pale blue wall. It was 2:30am. She never understood why her mother always brought strange men into their apartment in the middle of the night. Didn’t she care about the safety of her children? Did she ever watch the news? No, caring would be too easy. She was to busy concentrating on fucking some random stranger from off the street to give a rat’s ass about her daughters. She was putting all her energy into finding a way to get her next bottle of hard A or her next line of coke. The thought made her cringe with the disgust. She climbed out of her bed and left the safety of her room heading towards the kitchen.

When Meridian entered the kitchen, Dallas was sitting on the counter top, a bag of Sour Cream and Cheddar Ruffles on her lap, a chip in hand munching away greedily. Her emerald green eyes were glued on the front door a look of disgust plastered on her face. Meridian leaned against the counter top and averted her gaze towards the front door as well.

Gasps of pleasure could be heard coming from behind the other side. Dallas gagged and dropped the chip she was eating on the counter. “Yuck, that’s just fucking disgusting,” she said aggravated and grossed out.

“She’s a whore, whore’s are disgusting Dal,” Meridian said calmly as she walked over to the front door. A wicked smirk appearing on her lightly glossed lips and with out warning, she banged her fist against the wooden door hard, causing Dallas to laugh hysterically, and scaring the shit out of their whore of a mother and the unwanted visitor lurking behind the door.

“Bloody hell,” their mom’s customer said with a thick British accent.

Meridian glanced over her shoulder and looked at her sister with a raised brow. “Ewe, this one’s English—mom’s moving on up—classy,” she said sarcastically.

Dallas started laughing harder and Meridian started dancing around the living room singing the first line of the Jefferson’s theme song at the top of her lungs. Dallas jumped down from the counter and joined her sister’s parade around the room and together they sang the rest of theme song.

“Well we're movin’ on up,
To the east side.
To a deluxe apartment in the sky.
Movin on up
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.”

The front door burst open and in walked their mother. Her long dirty blond hair was all over the place, her red lipstick smeared around her cheeks, and her breasts were busting out of her hot pink tube top she was wearing. Both the twins narrowed their eyes and stared intensely at their mother. She was looking real busted and in dire need of a makeover. Their mother moved away from the door allowing the British man to come inside the apartment. He was tall, lean and muscular, but not too buff or too skinny; he had chin-length auburn locks and dark brown eyes. He was pleasing to the eye, but Dallas and Meridian couldn’t understand why in the hell he was seeking sexual pleasures from their busted ass mother. He was way too ritzy for her services.

Dallas raised an eyebrow and Meridian simply glared at the man. They both took in his presence, just in case they needed to contact the Po Po’s. White male, tall, around 6’2, 180lbs, lean with muscles, wide-set dark brown eyes, and brown chin-length hair, rockin’ a black designer suit, a red-collared shirt, and an all black Donald Trump tie. The asshole had money.

The twins intimidated the British man, and he ran his hands through his hair awkwardly. Meridian noticed a ring on his left hand and instantly built up a hatred towards him. The douchbag was married. Fuckin’ adulteress, she thought. She hated cheaters more than anything.

“John, why don’t you head towards the back bed?” Their mother said as she pulled up her tube top.

“Where baby?” He asked. His British accent present in his confused state.

“Straight down the hall, the last room on the left.”

The twins watched as the British man headed down the hallway towards their mothers bedroom, a look of disgust showed on Dallas’ face and a look of pure loathing was displayed on Meridian’s cold exterior. Their whore of a mother cleared her throat and glared at her two daughters. Dallas just glowered back and Meridian folded her arms across her chest and gave her mother the angriest look.

“Shouldn’t you two be in bed?” She said rudely, which caused the twins to stiff a laugh.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed,” Dallas retorted harshly.

A sour look appeared on their mother’s ugly crack headed exterior. The stench of sex and liquor was all over her; it was nasty and the girls cringed. “If I was in bed, I wouldn’t be able to put a roof over your pretty little heads or food on the table,” she snapped, “you two little shits are so fucking ungrateful.”

“Please, you’re hardly able to pay the rent let alone put food on the table,” Dallas said matter-a-factly. “You’re to fucking busy selling your body to God knows who and spending what ever you make on crack and booze,” she said calmly.

Opps…Dallas had hit a nerve. A pissed off look showed on there mom’s
face and a defiant gleam appeared in her light brown eyes. She did what any angry person would have done; she smacked Dallas hard across her face and shoved her backwards.

“What the fuck,” Dallas cried; her green eyes brimming with tears. Instantly, her hand went up to touch her red cheek.

“Get your shit and get the fuck out.” Their mother bellowed; her voice reverberating off the walls of the apartment.

“No, you get the fuck out Sandi,” Meridian said through gritted teeth. She clenched her fist tightly and fought back the urge to knock her mother out.

“This is my house,” she hissed.

Meridian was heated and took a step towards her mother. “This isn’t your fucking house. Who was it that paid this month’s rent? Who was it that paid last month’s rent? And who the fuck was it that paid the rent the month before that?” She demanded.

When her mother didn’t say anything, she continued. “Yeah, I thought so,” she paused giving her mother a fierce stare, “you’re lucky I’m not Dallas…’cause I would have knocked your bitch as senseless if you would have laid a finger on me. Remember mother…” she spat in warning, “karma’s a bitch and it comes back to bite you in the ass.” With that said, she turned on her heel and motioned for Dallas to follow her.

Dallas closed their bedroom door and Meridian went over to their closet, pulling out her purple Bratz backpack and Dallas’ hot pink Barbie one. She grabbed a white fitted T-shirt, a black and gold hoodie, and pair of dark-denim skinny jeans. She looked over at her twin who was attempting to push their large dresser against the bedroom door. A sad look showed on her face. Every single night they had to push that heavy fuckin’ dresser against their door to keep their mom’s customers out. It’s for our own safety, she thought. Just in case one of them tries to force themselves upon us, it gives Dal and me enough time to get away.

“Need any help?” she asked.

“Argh…yeah,” Dallas grunted as he gave up trying to move the damn thing herself.

Meridian tossed the clothes on her bed and helped Dallas push the dresser against the wooden door. She walked over to her bed and sat down. Dallas walked over to the closet and picked out a red cami, black leggings, and a light-blue denim miniskirt. She bit down on her lightly glossed lips thinking of what over-shirt she wanted to wear. A black half-denim jacket or a white hoodie, she asked herself.

“Hey Dal, will you toss me a black cami?” Meridian asked; breaking Dallas’ train of thought.

Dallas nodded and tossed her sister the shirt. “Hoodie or half-denim jacket?” She asked; holding up a white zip-up hoodie and the jacket.

“Hoodie, its too much denim.” Meridian said as she folded her clothes and put them into her backpack.

Dallas folded her clothes neatly and placed them into her bag. She grabbed Meridian’s black and gold Nike’s and her white and red Air Force 1’s. She put hers into her backpack and handed Meridian her shoes. “Hey Dian, do you think we’ll ever find him?” She asked as she sat down on her bed.

Meridian looked up from what she was doing, her eyes studying her sister thoughtfully. She bit down on her lip, thinking intently. “I don’t Dal,” she said running her hand through her hair, “well worry about that later. For now, let’s get some sleep.” She said softly.

“Night Dian.” Dallas murmured softly.

“Night.”

Dallas laid down on her side and Meridian tossed their backpacks underneath the window. She climbed into her bed and rested her head against her pillow. Today was a long ass day and she hoped that nothing would disturb their slumber tonight. She closed her eyes; listening to the re-run of the ten o’clock news and drifted of to sleep.

It was late, and Romeo Lombardi couldn’t sleep. He was restless, anxious even, but bothered seemed to sum it all up. He glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table. 2:45am. Aw, fuck, he thought; rubbing his temples. I’m fucking exhausted and I can’t even sleep. He sighed deeply and scratched his head thinking intently. The slight movement next to him caused him to look over.

He took in Monica’s sleeping form; she was beautiful, he wasn’t denying that. She had been his comrade and his sporadic lover after he had caught Chelsea cheating on him with some loser. Every few weeks, he would give in to his own desires and would call Monica for an occasional booty-call; like tonight. He grinned, recalling what it felt like to hold her in his strong embrace, the feeling of his lips against hers, and the gasps of pleasure that filled the room. She had only succeeded in taking his mind of his troubled thoughts for an hour, after they fooled around, she had passed out and he went back to his bothered thoughts.

“Fuck-a-nay,” he cursed under his breath. He pulled off the covers and got out of bed. He walked over to his desk, pulled out the desk chair, and sat down. His thoughts kept going back to the twins. Why was he so bothered by this whole situation?

He heaved a heavy sigh and logged on to his computer. At first, he checked his e-mail. Then he checked his stupid myspace, why he even had one, he didn’t know. He just did. Eventually, he grew tired of reading all the ridicules messages that those gold diggin’ tricks left for him. As he was signing out, it dawned on him. I know how to find out who they are.

Being the computer savvy person that he was, he started hacking into the New York City School files. Judging them by their physical appearance, he knew the twins didn’t go to private school, they were public school brats. The only information that he had was that they lived somewhere in Brooklyn, now; all he needed to do was find out where in Brooklyn they lived and what school they went to; within a matter of minutes, he would have access to all their records. He had to be quick and make sure that he didn’t get caught.

He started searching for schools that had multiple sets of twins and narrowed them down from there. He narrowed out schools in Green Point, Marine Park, Prospect Heights, and Dryker Heights. He leaned his head against the chair and sighed deeply. Come on, come on, come on…I need to find out where in Brooklyn they live. He rubbed his eyes, and continued the search. He glanced at the clock on the right hand side of his computer. 3:57am. He had been at this for over an hour. “Shit,” he whispered.

He kept typing, hacking in to every school file he could. Eventually he came across Brownville Academy High School. He started searching the schools files. He sat up in his chair and stared intensely at the screen. Brownsville had a lot of twins attending the institution. He read through the list of names. Tad and John Adams, Sarah Jane and Natalie Barns, Talen and Cody Brown, Callie and Maria Joseph, Mario and Jose Lopez , and Dallas and Meridian Russo.

Out of the list of girl twins, only two sets of them were identical. He started looking through Sarah Jane and Natalie Barns’ files until he found their school pictures. Nope, not them. He checked the last file and a grin formed on his lips. He had found them. He read over their information.

Name: Dallas Jane Russo
Birthday: October 31, 1990
Age: 17
Height: 5’2
Weight: 119lbs
Address: 230 W. Jefferson St. Apt. 57 New York, NY 11216
Home phone: 718-333-8976
Name: Meridian Marie Russo
Birthday: October 31, 1990
Age: 17
Height: 5’3
Weight: 120lbs
Address: 230 W Jefferson St. Apt. 57 New York, NY 11216
Home phone: 718-333-8976

He printed out the twin’s picture and their information, which consisted of their personal and academic records. He logged out of his computer and reached for the documents. He looked them over and smiled. He finally had their names. Dallas and Meridian. Their names seemed to fit them well, he thought. He placed the documents into two folders and put them in his desk for safekeeping. He’d call Carmine in the morning. He ran his hand through his messy locks and stretched. “I can finally sleep,” he said yawning. He was exhausted and walked back over to his bed, and climbed in. He let his mind wander for a while and eventually he drifted of to sleep.