The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Chapter ten: Can darkness control people?

"Pryor, time to get up sweetie," I hear dad say to me from the other side of the door again. Only this time there isn't any rush in his voice like usual. His knock against my door is gentle and calm. I slowly open my eyes to see that my room is lightened by the sun spilling through my curtains. Birds are chirping near the branch that lines with my window and my energy's completely restored after having to look Jonah in the eye yesterday. Another day full of good luck and another stare at the most angelic guy in the entire school. Can't blame me though for having a small crush on the guy. No girlfriend, likes to drive me to and from school and even kisses me now. Does that mean we're dating?

I didn't give Jonah even time to actually say anything yesterday but somehow I have a good feeling that something amazing is going to happy today. My heart can practically smell romance from a mile away. Jonah's delicious scent is locked away in my body forever. His mouth watering smiles and gorgeous, radiant glow makes my body quiver with delight and pleasure. Not something a normal sixteen year old girl would say about a boy she barely knows. But I do know something about Jonah, he's the leader of a gang. Has the manly features to prove it and he knows how to really work someone's last nerves.

"Pryor?" Dad's voice gets higher as he opens my doors and see me daydreaming with my shorts and pink t-shirt still on. Clearing his throat he steps into my room and sneaks up from behind me. "Well, well someone must have had a good day yesterday."Turning around I try and give dad a straight face without squealing. When thinking about boys my mind lets loose and the dreams become reality. But dad knows that routine very well. It's just that I haven't really associated with any boys yet except Jonah, Wade, and that guy who told me to stat away from Jonah. His words are still embedded in my heart by the way.

"Do you need me to drive you to school today?" Although dad offers me it really means I have no choice in the matter. But at the same time I can't. Mom did talk about driving us to school until the police catch the group responsible for the death of a 30 year old woman who witness believe had information on the gang's arrival into town before her death. The murder weapon is of course unknown but her body was scratched up pretty badly. Signs of struggle around her neck, deep wound cuts in and out through her arms and legs. Even her eyes were bloodshot red. It could be the same gang who killed that guy and that poor girl who got stabbed. Still I don't want to find out. I don't want to know any of the tortures my future self will have to go through if I don't pay close attention to my surroundings.

"No thanks dad, I'm perfectly capable of taking the bus." While pulling back my lavender hair with streaks of blue running down to the rims into a tight ponytail, I swing around and smooch dad's cheek. He looks shocked knowing that most teenage girls would want their parents to take them to school. And believe me, having dad take me to school is sweet and most of all reassuring that nothing bad is going to happen to me. But I have a guardian.....I think. Jonah will protect me if someone tries to come after me. He'll beat the living shit out of them just to save me, that's what I'd hope for at least.

Twirling around in my mid brown and flowery skirt, I rush downstairs and let the warm breeze flow through my black and silvery tank top. Lodging on the couch, mom is typing away at her laptop with her favorite coffee mug resting on the small cherry wood coffee table in front of her well lit legs. Sitting at the island is of course Ellie, blasting away her rock music without a care in the world. Did my family need protection? No, not really. We don't attract any attention to ourselves. We barely hold any conversations with our new neighbors and we don't go out that much. It isn't always like this though. Mom and dad used to go out a bunch while we were still living in California. The weather was always perfect there. I'd always pass the time by hanging out with my friends or walking to the beach.