Mafia's girl

Fight back

"Actually I need he-"

"It's time to leave now, the car is here" Andre said, bursting through the door.

"Oh okay make sure she takes the medication twice a day and-"

"Apply the cream to the rashes, yes we know we must be going now" he said offering his hand to me but I just stood up and walked right past.

I quickly got into the back seat and stayed quiet until we got back, I kept thinking he had heard the doctors question which worried me. He would probably kill me if I had told him but something was making me stutter it felt wrong to say.

I went straight into my room, with my head down as I didn't want to make conversation with anybody so I went straight to sleep.

6pm:

"Don't make a fucking noise" I heard a voice whisper which made me bolt up from my bed, noticing a strange man hovering over my face and dragging a gun across the bedsheets.My instincts immediately kicked in and I whacked him in the face with my fist and then kicked him in the d!ck. He staggered while getting back up but I ran to the door, but it had been locked. My pulse started to quicken. Was I really going to die in this house?
The man got back up and cornered me,

"Look at you, all grown up huh?" The man said, his voice sounded extremely familiar but I just couldn't recogni- My stepfather. It was him.

I quickly punched him once more but this time in the stomach, I ducked under his arm and ran to the window. I noticed a man cutting one of the bushes in the garden, I started slamming my fist against the window trying to get his attention. The man finally looked up and ran straight into the house, but my stepfather had now got grip of my throat. He was squeezing all of the breath out of me, his eyes were like the devils. Evil.

Just before my eyes started to shut I saw Andre storm into the room then hit my step father over the head with a bat. Then I fainted. Again.
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I sat up panting and sweating, my hands were shaking. Then I felt someone stroke my hair,

"Shh it's okay" Andre said, looking down at me with sad eyes.

"For fuck sake why does this keep happening" I said, getting angry but realising how horrible I sound. I sounded ungrateful it I wasn't, even though I was kidnapped I was in a house full of hotties and this place is like a mansion.

"well everybody is on the lookout for you considering the amount of money that is in the reward if they find you" he says, passing me some tissue to pat my sweaty head.

"I don't get it, if he doesn't care about getting me back then why put a reward up for me?" I say, confused.

"He's planning something, something big. We know that he'll never return the money so we have something of his which can hopefully make him give in sometime soon" he said furrowing his eyebrows.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked,watching his leg bounce up and down whilst thinking.

"Fuck. He's the one that keeps sending people here, so he's probably got eyes on us 24/7. But how?" He says, pacing up and down my room but I have no idea what he's saying.

"I have to go, we have to figure him out" he said, quickly jogging out of my room.

The next day,I decided i can't just let these men try to kill me all the time, I always nearly end up getting killed.