Only Way Out

Chapter 31 The Donavan Mafia

"You see I grew in a strange life style I suppose. The mafia isn't a place for a child I'll give it that but it wasn't just all mafi-" donavan says but then gets interrupted.
"Woah woah woah! Wait! Mafia??? Did you say you were in the mafia???" Travis asks
"Yep. My father was a gang member on the higher ranks. Close to a leader but not quite so he was mainly leader of multiple gangs. He would take people in and out of the underground's and help them steal money. There's a lot more they did but I'm not sure if I'm aloud to tell it. My mother however...well my mother was killed. Right in front of me. In fact by me." Donavan says
"What the fuck???" Travis says
"Heh murder buddies..." I say
"Yeah..." donavan says
"I knew something was up with you" Sal says
"I won't harm anyone I promise! I was forced to do this" donavan says
"Forced?" Neil asks
"Yes forced. You see my mother was unworthy.......and was snitching on the group. Which is what I'm doing so I'm probably going to get killed." Donavan says while chucking nervously. He then continues.
"I had to kill her because if a child did the job they wouldn't take anyone in. I was 4. It was one of the first memories I remember doing. And one of the first memories I remember of my mom. I was taught how to use a gun at a young age with a nerf gun and I thought it was going to be one...they told me to point and shoot at mama so I did. Then the blood ran. The members. They patted my back and said I did a good job....she was tied up and screaming. I was 4 I thought this was a game. It wasn't a game. My father was devastated of this. He didn't want to look me in the eye ever since. He just wasn't a good man after that. I guess he never was but for a short moment. We were happy. Rich. Then mother told a few to many people about us...." donavan says with a depressed type of expression.
"I'm so sorry" maple says
"Same" everyone els but I say.
"Don't be. It had to be done. It was wrong and I was forced into it but it had to be done. Anyway, I was pushed around from home to home with different children as my father worked. I remember playing with a few of the girls and being their baby in a game of house. They'd dress me up and stuff. It was fun but the caretakers weren't to fond of it. They made me also go hang out with the boys which their weren't to many of for the first part of my life. Pretty much it was like a school I suppose except for mafia children. We would learn school things I think but we'd also learn the basics of the mafia and the crime systems. How to hold guns and weapons correctly. How to hurt someone if they stepped out of line. It was life. It was...I guess fun? I had fun in some cases. Cooking was fun and sewing patches and stitching up the rubber dummies to practice "surgeries" was fun. I remember we all had to move from different countries. The US is the last I saw of everyone there. My father decided he was done with this life. I was 11 when we moved to Wisconsin. Nobody lived there so we stayed. We stayed for a year then moved to Texas. We started a bar. The Stained Blanket Bar. My father let me name it and I had my baby blankie that had all sorts of stains on it so I decided on stained blanket. Father said it was perfect. We bought the foundation then built onto it with some of our money. It was a casino bar. He didn't want it to flashy so he built it underneath the bar. That place ended up being one of the best bars in Texas for about 2 years. He then closed underneath and said that the place was a top bar only. He was getting worse. More mean. More alcoholic. More depressed. He got abusive. Threw plates at me if something didn't go right. Put out cigars on my arms. The worst one was when he forced me into a cold bathtub in winter in 2010 when I was 9. That was kinda before the bar though. I guess. Anyway after he closed down the bar he decided to go for a new job working at the motel. It was actually a clean motel for a while. Then in 2018 he went on a business trip. He wanted me to handle the motel saying he'd be back in a week. And that he loves me. He kept saying he loved me and he hugged me way more than usual. He left all of his money to. The only thing he took with him was a gun a bottle of everclear and some drugs. Oh and a briefcase. I haven't seen him since. I wonder if he's gonna come back or not. I hope he won't be to mad that I'm not working" donavan says finishing up the terrible story.
"Donavan...he-" Sal says but then gets cut off by Neil who just shook his head no.
"He what?" Donavan asks.
"He's probably just really really busy" Sal says
"Oh. Yeah you're probably right. Ok who's next!" Donavan asks
"Hmm...I guess I'll go but Donavan. I think you need a hug and probably some bandaging. Um. You mind if you take off that jacket?" Maple asks
"It's my father's..." donavan says.
"It's ok we won't do anything to it I just wanna see if you need medical care or not" maple says. Donavan then takes off the jacket reluctantly relieving semi infected looking holes from cigarette burns. Scrapes that have healed thankfully but they still look nasty. And bruises that look like they haven't healed in ages.
"Oh god...do we need to take you to the hospital?..." Neil asks
"Hospital?" Donavan asks
"We probably shouldn't" chug says
"Why?" Neil and a few others asks
"Because he may or may not have an actual birth certificate. Or insurance. He's from the mafia they'll probably know and if he goes to a hospital they might arrest him after he's healed" chug says.
"That's not entirely true... I've been pulled over by cops before. Scariest shit ever I gotta says but they let me go so my license has to be legit. Insurance ehhh but I'm ok. The burn marks hurt a bit but I'm ok" donavan says. Chug then unzips his Fanny pack that he brings everywhere anymore and gets out some type of tube thing. He then says "Antibiotics ointment with lidocaine. Put it on them."
"Um...ok? Maple you wanna go now?" Donavan says putting on the ointment. "This stuff is weird" he says.
"Um sure yeah I can go" maple says