My Unfortunate Fairytale with the Son of a Mafia Boss- ON HOLD!!!!

Chapter 10

What seemed like hours passed by when we finally came to a stop. The sound of Darien speaking with someone else making me strain my ears to hear what they were saying but nothing made any sense. In the end i just gave up and decided to wait for what ever lay ahead of me.

Another minute passed before the car lurked forward again, moving only for a few more seconds before coming to a full stop, followed by the sound of a door opening.

Not a minute later the door beside me opened and the bag was yanked from my head, the light blurred my vision.

I groaned running a hand over my face, trying to clear the hazyness. "We're here." Darien said from beside me as he pulled me from the car before pushing me back against the door with a little more force than what was necessary. I groaned shooting him a small glare as I rubbed my aching shoulder. "I'm a human being you know?" Darien's gaze passed over my features, his eyes scrutinziing me before he shook his head, turning on his heel.

"nah, not seeing your point." he muttered grabbing hold of me and leading me away from the car. For the first time i actually got a glimpse of our surroundings. Ahead of us, a large stone mansion rose up from the horizon, its large columned arches screaming power and money.

It was pretty intimidating, especially with the large trees looming up to the sides all the way to the back of the house, creating an almost impenetrable barrier.  "Do you actually live here?" I asked in awe of its immensity. "Yes, now come on, i'm tired as is." he muttered pulling me along faster behind him.

I followed stumbling slightly from numb legs. He pushed the large mahogany doors open, my mouth dropped when i saw the interior. Almost everything was made of wood. the walls were varnished a deep lacker that seemed to float over the tiled floors till they reached the swirling lion head banisters that lined the great staircase disappearing ahead of us. Without even a pause Darien directed me up the stairs, well more like dragged me up the stairs like i was some rag doll or pet.

"Where are you taking me?" I questioned feeling slightly selfconcious in the large house.

“To the bedroom me and you will be sharing.” I turned to him in surprise.
“Sharing?!” he watched me emotionless.
“I am not sharing a bed with you!” I growled in finality.

His eyes darkened. “I suppose then my saving you was of no use then. As fast as you thought those men were outside, you haven’t seen anything. In here you are no body. Easily dispensable. So I suggest if you want to live longer than your meager life was meant to survive, you’d better stay close to me.” with that he turned on his heel and led the way nearly disappearing down the hallway. By the time I had gotten a hold of my musceles and shock i had almost already lost sight of his retreating back.

“Are you always such a jackass?” I glared, coming up to his side.
“Are you always this difficult?” he shot back.
“Yes!” I shouted.

He huffed, “I should have left you for dead.” He whispered under his breath, by my guess something I wasn’t meant to hear.
“well maybe you should have! ‘I didn’t ask you to save me,’ now did I?” I shouted back.
“don’t mock me.” he growled.
“fuck you!” I spat, shoving my way past him and into the room he was standing in front of the lights flickered on to reveal cream coloured walls with more accents of wood, but the chairs were made with soft fabrics and cold metals, giving the room more of a sophisticated air.

as soon as i made out which room was the bathroom i ran straight for it. i slammed the door behind me my body trembling with anger. “stupid guys and their…egos. Stupid mafia and their guns…and mansions.” I hissed, pacing the bathroom floor.

Everything was so messed up. Now that i was hear i realized i didn't have anywhere else to go. i couldn't leave cause Scorsayzy would find me. But if i left this room i'd be killed by the same bullets that were supposed to be protecting me. ironic i think.

"Some 'safe' place this is." i muttered to myself, glancing for the first time at the mirror. i looked like i had just had a nightmare. which was true i am having a nightmare, but one i can't wake up from. my hair was crusty and stiff from the salt water and my little makeup i had applied earlier lay in dark rings around my eyes making me look like a fried raccoon. Well thats just great! I feel like shit I look like shit, I guess I might as well be shit!

i backed up till my back was pressed to the cool tile lining the walls of the bathroom. the cool feeling seeping through my shirt making the hairs at the back of my neck stand up. Everything was so clean and perfect looking and just by looking at the reflection of me in the mirror you could tell i was one of the things that did not belong in the picture.

Ands thats exactly how i felt. Out of place, alone and frightened. In only a matter of hours i had been thrown into a world I've only heard about on t.v. I was so angry that when i kicked the wall behind me and slid to the floor a torrent of tears over came  me and i dissolved into a fit of sobs. i was never good with handling stressful situations. That's why i mostly evaded them, but recently i had been walking into alot of problematic situations. i've definitely had better days!