The Love Of Secrets - A Mafia Romance Story (on hold)

The Nightmare

^Lillian's apartment^

Lillian's POV

I looked over my shoulder as I ran, no one was following us along the winding dirt road. We had finally escaped the hellhole. I slowed my running to a jog then finally to a stop, I turned my head to the right and down as a smile formed on my lips. It was directed at the little 5-year-old girl that held my right hand tightly, as if it was her lifeline.

Her bright sky blue eyes still shining bright even after everything we've been through. I bent down to her height and wrapped my arms around her small frame, hugging her. She linked her small arms around my neck, intertwining her hands together, hugging me back. I let go, releasing her from the loving hug. As I stood back up I took a hold of her hand again, taking a deep breath in, relishing the smell of fresh air after being deprived of it for months. I was finally ready to start our journey far away from here.

"AHHH" My scream pierced the silent air as I was suddenly tackled from behind. I fell with a thud on to the hard, dirt ground as the person laid on my back holding my arms in place. I fought to escape, but it was no use without my arms to help me.

Then I remembered Summer, the little girl with the bright blue eyes. I looked to my right and there she was, rooted to the spot staring at me, her blue eyes wide with terror. "RUN!" I yelled "RUN AND DON'T LOOK BACK" She turned and ran, her little legs carrying her easily. "Bang" my ears started ringing with a high-pitched sound.

I looked quickly over to Summer and another scream left my mouth. There she was, lying face down on the ground in a pool of her own blood that was pooling from a bullet wound in her chest. They killed her, they killed summer, and it was all my fault. If only I didn't stop to celebrate, if only I kept running till we were far, far away. It's all my fault. I broke down in loud sobs as it all sunk in. Summer was dead. I killed her. There was no chance of escaping now, no one knows what they'll do to me when we get back to their house, more like a prison. My body went limp as I felt myself being dragged away from her and into the back of a vehicle.

As the man that carried me tied my hands above my head, the other men started touching me. I had no strength left to fight them and I had nothing else to live for, so why should I fight to live when I had just murdered someone. Maybe this was punishment for what I did.

As one of the men started to pull my pants down, I heard a zipper being undone somewhere else. 

I gasp as I sit up quickly, droplets of sweat running down my face. I search the dark room for any signs of danger. It was only a nightmare, they're not back, they can't be back. I started having them again, the nightmares. They went away for a few years, with the occasional one every so often, but a few months ago I started having them every night. I've gotten used to the lack of sleep because of them.

I shift my gaze to the bright lights of my black alarm clock, it reads 6:30 in big, bright red numbers. I have half an hour until i had to get up for work, but I decide to get up anyway, knowing that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after that nightmare.

My arm moves towards my black bed covers and my hand fists the corner, ripping it off of my body. My long sleeve and long pants that I use as oversized PJs do little to keep me warm. The crisp morning air slightly wakes me up as I move around, getting ready for a shower.

I enter the bathroom and turn on the water. I pull off my clothes, waiting for the water to heat up. As soon as it's done heating, I turn on enough cold to make the water warm . I step under the warm water, letting it cascade down my back, relaxing my muscles. Once I'm done in the shower, I step out on to my black bath mat that was no longer fluffy because of the amount of times I've used it. I wrap my aqua towel around me.

Pulling out a light blue sweater and black leggings, I put them on. I let my light blonde hair dry naturally while I eat two pieces of toast that I chose for breakfast. One with peanut butter and the other with jam. Once my hair had dried, I put it up in a slightly high ponytail.

I check the clock that I have above my door after all of that to see it was 7:45 and time for me to walk to the bus stop.

The new red and yellow bus pulls into the bus stop on time. I walk on, scanning my metro card on the screen, looking up I notice it is very crowed. I have to stand up, so I reach my hand up and hold on to the thick black rope that was hanging down as a handle. The bus drives off making its way to my stop after several stops before it. I get off of the bus once it had finally reached my stop, saying goodbye to the bus driver on the way out. Then I started the 5 minute walk to my work.

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