Mafia Man and Me

Chapter 21

Lyn-z rubbed circles in my back, just like Frank did when I was upset, but her's felt better because I knew she wouldn't leave me. I snuggled into her side, upset with the news of what Frank did for a living and the fact I would probably never be safe ever again. I had given up on crying, settling for curling up against her side, having no intention of letting her go.

I walked into school with my head hung down, not wearing a skirt, instead trading it for black skinny jeans, doc martens, and a far too big hoodie. I was sad, yes, but the outfit was just a show for the person who was currently tailing me, not so secretly I might add. It was the same reedy looking boy who drove me home. I smiled and turned around waving to him, he looked startled that I had noticed him watching me. I turned and flounced into the school.

I walked to my locker, ignoring the looks I got for NOT having bodyguards now. I smiled at everybody walking by, happy that I could be near people again. I walked into class, smiling at the teacher before sitting in the seat that was now, unquestionably, mine. I turned to the front of the class right as the boy walked in, dressed as any teenage boy would. "Class, this is Adrian, he's going to be here for the next few weeks for a foreign exchange thing the school signed up for. Please be nice, he's travelled all the way from Italy to be here with us." The teacher announced to the unsuspecting class.

Lies, lie after lie these people have told me, i thought, unconsciously pouting. I didn't hear my teacher asking me to raise my hand so the new kid would know where to sit, I didn't see "Adrian" sit next to me, I didn't see him pull out his phone to text someone, glancing at me from time to time, never saying anything. I refused to see them, because that would mean this wasn't just some horrible dream, this was reality, and sadly, reality had it in for me.