From Heart With Hate

Plan B

No pain, no gain Caterina  Angelo, you need to do this.

I came out of my room with an empty jar of water. There was no one in sight, so I went directly near the staircase while internally debating the effectiveness of plan B.

What if I die? No one has died after falling from 8 steps, have they? God, please help me. A nice fracture will do the job.

With all my courage, I took a step forward and knowingly twisted my leg, making the jar in my hand fall far away while I landed on the bottom of the living room's floor.

I could feel immense pain in the back of my head; I moved my hand there slowly. It was bleeding. I hate blood. That wasn't in the plan—the groaning and moaning from pain came naturally because my leg hurt a little.
It gathered the attention of the guards near the main gate. A middle-aged man with black hair came toward me and carefully helped me sit on the sofa.

"Call Tristano, please." I wailed.

A minute later, Tristano and Luigi walked toward me.

"Oh my god, what did you do?" It was Tristano face-palming himself.

"I fell off the stairs; I think I have a fracture." I held my leg and crunched my nose to make it sound realistic.

"I can bet she is lying, Tris; she is very sly."

"Shut the fuck up, Luigi; call Niccolò and tell him I'm taking her to a hospital." 

Luigi rolled his eyes.

"If she does something, it's on you cause I don't trust this  bitch at all." 

This asshole won't stop talking.

"DO AS I SAY, LUIGI !!"

Tristano roared, making him cringe; the other guards were shocked too. My inner goddess was dancing. Who knew I could fool two gangsters?

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I was on the hospital bed with Tristano on the side chair while scrolling through his phone. The doctor said it wasn't a fracture, Duh. He said there was some internal injury and suggested two days of rest in the hospital ward.

Two days I think, will be just fine. I need to find a way to escape and contact the police. But with these gangsters around me, it would be pretty challenging. I can't even take help from anyone inside the hospital. I would have to come up with something on my own.

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It was 5:45 in the evening, nearly my time to get discharged, so I was in the washroom changing the hospital gown while Tristano and the others were outside the room.

After removing the bandages, I slipped into a purple pullover dress.
I need to get out through the window. That's the only plan I have. I was looking around for something with which I could open the rusted window pane when I heard Tristano yelling.

"What's taking so long ?"

"5 minutes, please."

I turned on the shower and began to open the window with a broom. After about a few minutes of constantly trying, the window slightly opened. I sighed in relief.

I stood on the toilet seat and jumped through the window, making me fall on the floor of the other ward's washroom connected with my room. An older woman was sleeping on her back, facing me. My leg was hurting, but I managed not to make any noise and sneak out of the room.

Cheers to my smart-ass brain!

The sunlight felt so good after all these days. As I inhaled the fresh air, I felt a sense of freedom. I felt happy for the first time in a few days.

I rushed across the street to get into a local bus from where I could reach the police station in about 15 minutes. I had a few dollars in my pocket, which I had taken from Tristano yesterday as I lied to him about getting some coffee.

I sighed in relief as I sat on the bus. I smiled as I looked outside the window slightly to feel the fresh air on my face.

When the bus stopped, a man came in my direction and sat on the empty seat beside me. 

"Going somewhere, Princess ?"

No, no, no, not again.

I turned around slowly; my heart was beating faster.

He was looking at me through black shades while a muffler was wrapped around his mouth, making it almost impossible for someone to recognise.

I was sure he wouldn't harm me in the bus full of people, so I turned around to shout for help but, suddenly he gripped the back of my neck and pressed a certain point.

Only a soft moan could escape from my lips.
I felt energy leaving my body, my hands dropped to both sides of the seat, and I fell on his shoulders before blackness swept in front of my eyes.

"Sweet Night, Princess."

He whispered into my ear as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders while the bus passed through my only hope of freedom. 

A/N

Tristano, help me 😭

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