The other way around

Six

Athena P.O.V.

"Because you're fucking mine." I shouted at Dean.

"I'm not yours." He stated.

"Oh, but you are. You might not know it YET, but you are. Call it love, obsession, craziness, I don't fucking care since the first time I saw you I was drawn to you. So you're mine, babyboy." I said with a grin on my face and left the room.

Why are men so fucking difficult?

We spent the last couple of hours screaming at each other, he kept saying he didn't want to be safe, that he should've died. And that it was not my business. Probably not, but can't he see that I care? Fuck, why do I care really?

Sooner or later he will get through his head that he isn't going to die or leave me. If I have to put him in a cell I fucking will. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and made a call.

"Is he awake?" I asked.

"Yes, boss."

"I'll be down there in 5." I said and hung up. I made my way to the cells.

I really really want to break this guy's bones, but I let his son choose his fate. I got in the cells and the smell of blood filled my nostrils. I got to tell the guys to buy a fucking air freshener! I went to the third cell where the bastard was staying for the last days. After we brought Dean back he took one week to wake up and be able to open his eyes.

"Hello, there sir." I said to the guy in front of me.

"Who are you? Why am I here?"

"I'm a friend of your son." I said and he scoffed.

"Friend? That monster doesn't deserve friends." I pulled a metal chair to me and sat there in front of the bars.

"And why is that?"

"He killed my wife. He was the one that should've died."

"You know I really really want to torture you right now. It's like a fucking itch underneath my skin I can't get rid of. But I won't." I stated.

"Who are you?"

"Welcome to the house of the American mafia. I'm the boss by the way." I said cheerfully.

"T-t-the what?"

"Easy there pall no need to shutter. Look I'm really sorry about your wife, I really am, but your son was four fucking years old." I said, my voice starting low but the last word I shouted.

"And your point is?" He askes in a mocking voice. I got up opened the cell and got in. Even though he was taller and larger than me. He didn't eat this last week so he is very weak. I got closer to him and put my hand around his throat so fiercely that he stumbled back until he hit the wall.

"The only monster here is you. You lost a wife, it's understandable that you need to mourn, but you forgot something."

"And what was that?"

"He lost a mother, he was there, he saw her die, he saw the blood. You should be mad at the driver not him he was just a kid, A FOUR YEAR OLD KID." I said and let him go, he knelt on the floor gasping for air. I can't stand his face anymore, if I stay down here I will probably kill him. So I turned my back to him and went to my room.

I got in and started undressing myself while going to the bathroom I turned the water on and got in the shower, I let the hot water relax my muscles. I stayed there just-just nothing, to be honest, I just stayed there. My mind was blank of any thoughts at that moment. But I don't like the quiet for too long, so I turned the water off and got out, I dried myself with a fluffy towel, put some of my tropical fruit lotion all over my body, and got dressed.

Once again I made my way to the hospital room where he was staying. I got in and he was sleeping, his face void of any pain, anger, or sadness he looked peaceful, without any worry in the world. When in reality he thinks he deserves all the pain.

I want to help him, fuck I want so badly for him to stop those suicidal thoughts. He doesn't deserve to die, he doesn't deserve to be beaten. In those two months I watched him interact with other customers in the diner, he looked friendly, nice, he was never rude to anyone, and believe me some of those clients can be difficult sometimes.

I have to tell him his dad is downstairs locked up. I wish he would simply tell me to throw away the key, but I know he won't. I know he forgave his dad a long ago or better yet never forgave because he thinks that there's nothing to forgive.

If he only understood how wrong it is for a parent to beat his child, but his mind is so set in wrong thoughts. I guess I'll have to change all of that. I won't give up on him, I don't have a fucking clue why I don't want to give up, but I won't. Something inside of me tells me to stay by his side.

Maybe I'm going crazy.

"Did you come to yell at me again?" I heard his voice saying lowly.

"No, I'm sorry for that." Fuck I'm even apologizing to him now, he's turning me into a pussy!

"Why me?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You're gorgeous you can have any guy you want. Why me?" I stayed silent for a few minutes thinking about an answer but I had nothing.

"Honestly I don't know, but when I saw you the first time I went to that diner, I saw the pain in your eyes. I don't know I feel some kind of attraction to you."

"What is your job? Why does everyone call you 'boss'?" I can't keep lying to him.

"I own the american mafia."