Mafia's Girl

Part 5

The black haired boy led me to a bathroom. It took us longer than it should have to get there since I kept trying to wiggle out of his grip.

"Shower and clean up. We'll leave after" the black haired boy informed me.

I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door.

There was a set of clean clothes and toiletries on the sink counter. He had given me the essentials like a hair brush, shampoo, conditioner and a towel.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was horrified by the person staring back at me.

I was a complete mess. My hair was tangled and frizzy. My body was covered in bruises and blood. I had a huge black mark on my neck.

My face was the worst. My nose looked bloody and broken. The boy had slashed an x on my cheek with his knife from before. And my eyes were red and puffy from crying.

I stripped off my clothes. I hadn't realized I was still wearing the dress from the party. My body ached all over as I made my way into the shower.

I turned the water on and let it run over my sore body. I didn't care that it was cold. It felt good.

I turned the water to hot and let it soak into my hair. The water massaged my sore bones.

I wanted to go home. My parents would be worried sick. I had a life and a family to get back to. But that just seemed impossible now.

I cried there silently, letting my tears mix with the running water.

...

I stood infront of the mirror and attempted to brush the knots out of my hair.

I had changed into the clothes that were left for me. I was fitted in black leggings with a dark blue, long sleeve top.

The pants were a little tight but it was better than my blood stained dress.

I had cleaned myself to the best of my abilities. I washed off all of the blood from my body. I still was covered in bruises but the shower definitely helped.

The x on my cheek kept bleeding but for now I had gotten it to stop. I didn't know if my nose was broken but it definitely felt like it.

I finished brushing my hair and dried it again with the towel. I looked decent. As decent as I could look in my state.

I opened the door and peered outside. The black haired boy was leaning against the wall across the bathroom. He was scrolling through his phone.

Shit. I though he wouldn't be here. I was planning to make a run for it.

"Should I take my things out of the bathroom?" I asked him.

"Leave it in there" he said while shutting off his phone.

I shut the door behind me and quickly dashed to the side. Hopefully I had caught him off guard and given myself an advantage.

The shower had renewed my strength, so this time I was faster.

My heart beat rapidly in my chest as I sprinted down the hall.

There was no door at the end of this corridor. Instead, two hallways branched off. I decided to go left.

I ran as fast as I could.

The hallway eventually opened up into a big room. It was concrete from floor to ceiling like my room before, but ten times bigger.

There were mats placed in the middle of the floor where people were practice fighting.

At one side of the room, there seemed to be a lesson going on about how to throw a knife. At the other side of the room there were targets lined against the wall that were being used for gun practice.