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

Chapter 21

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Darien's POV

After storming out of my room like that and leaving Salara there alone i felt incredibly guilty. Afterall it wasn't her fault she was in this mess....well not entirely that is, but that was the thing! she didn't know me or what my life had been like before i met her. Let me tell you it was nothing like a fairytale or a dream come true. Ever since i could walk i was trained and disciplined by my father and if he wasn't there to do it then others would discipline me for him.

It was like i was a piece of play dough or something. Every single time they would mold and reshape the person they wanted me to be. I had to be detached, cold, calculating, smart, fast, ahead, sneaky, sly, a leader and above all a liar. its like i wasn't me any more. and after a while i got used to being someone else. But when i met salara, all that started going away. I allowed myself...my true self to show. I allowed her to peer into the small part of who i was as a person...as a human being. and that scared me. true i didn't know her and she didn't know me but her charisma and inability to give up....intrigued me.

I sighed as i made my way back to my room wondering the whole time what i was going to say to her. should i ignore her and forget about everything i ever said? do i sit down with her and try to talk like two human beings having a conversation? god it was aggravating! when i reached my door i ran a hand through my hair before i shook my head. "to hell with this shit." i mumbled as i pushed the doors open.

for a second i thought i had just walked into a zoo rather than a bedroom... let alone my bedroom. I cursed at the destruction around me. tables were over turned, books lay in shreds on the floor, pillows and feathers lay scattered on almost every surface there was to land on. I stepped over the debris with my mouth open and my eyes wide. I was in so much shock that i hadn't even wondered where Salara might have been. Loud laughter came from the bathroom a few feet away from me.  speak of the devil and she shall appear. Right then Salara stumbled out of the bathroom laughing her ass off, holding a very large bottle of whisky.

When her eyes landed on me she placed a hand over her mouth. "oh s-hit! no, no. sshhhhh-" she giggled like she was talking to someone i couldn't see. "your not supposed to tell da-rien." i grabbed the bottle from her hand before she could take another swig. I looked down at the label and nearly went on a rampage. it was this expensive whisky i was saving and whom i had recieved from a very old friend before he died as a gift. the alcohol count told me why salara was so wasted. it read 63% alcohol. from the looks of it she didn't drink much which was a good thing. "what the hell salara!?" i shouted not helping the anger i felt boiling to the surface show. she gave me a surprised drunken face, her eyes going really big. "woah! mister angry pants over here!" she muttered in a deep voice trying to mock me.

i shook my head trying to calm down. my eyes scanned her dissheveled clothes, her knotted hair and the cloth hanging around her neck. i narrowed my eyes as i tried to make out what it was. "Salara is that a-?" i stopped as i picked up what was left of my shirt. the cloth was twisted together in such a way it had made a perfect replication of a noose. I looked up at Salara who was singing a song i've never heard before while twirling in a circle. i felt my stomach drop, she had tried to kill herself.  Suddenly she tipped over hitting an over turned table hard. thoughts about her trying to kill herself left me right away as i began to wonder if she was seriously hurt.

i ran over picking her up just as she winced. "oww that hurt!" she pouted looking at her bleeding elbow. i took a deep breath, slipping my arms around her waist as i hoisted her up, trying to balance her wobbly weight. "god damn it salara you're going to be the death of me." i muttered lowly enough that she wasn't able to hear it. "look darien i got a booboo!" she burst into a fit of giggles as she awkwardly tried to show me her bleeding arm.

i sighed carrying her to the bathroom. I leaned her against the counter, flipping the faucet on and warming up the water so that it wasn't freezing. I grabbed a small white towel, putting it under the stream of water soaking it. "here let me see." i murmured reaching forward and taking her arm. she tried to pull away but i held her in place. "don't fight me salara." i warned shooting her a small annoyed look before i turned my attention to her elbow.

i cleaned the blood once in a while stopping because she was complaining to much. "stop your hurting me!" she whined for the 100th time. "for godsake salara shut up!" i shouted gripping her arm harder than i intended. her eyes widened in fear, a small wince coming over her when she felt me tighten my grip. the look on her face made me feel instantly worse. yup! this girl was definetly gonna be the end of me. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean t-" just then she started crying, large tears falling down her cheeks. i groaned feeling defeated just by looking at her breaking down.

"please don't cry salara i didn't mean to yell...or hurt you i ju-" she hiccuped cutting me off before she cried harder, her sobs shaking her whole frame. "everyone hates me. people want me dead! you hate my guts and so does evelyn! why don't you do the world a favor and just kill me!?" her sobs turned to screams.

i wiped her cheek trying to find words to calm her down, "Salara i don't hate you, but i don't like you either." i murmured trying not to give her the wrong idea. she looked at me sadly before she burst into another wave of sobs. "seeeeee! you do hate meeee!!" she cried. i groaned closing my eyes as she continued to wheeze, slurring words together in one sentence it was hard to make out. i grabbed her and pulled her into my chest, wrapping my arms aroind her tightly. "i don't HATE you salara." i whispered patting her back awkwardly.

she clung to me burying her head in my chest. "really?" she sobbed her voice hoarse. "trust me, i don't hate you." i reassured squeezing her gently. "thanks." she sniffled still hugging me back. we stayed like that for a little longer before i felt her tense in my arms. "Darien I-" she never got to finish what she was saying before she vomitted all over the front of my body. yup definitly the end!