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

The Unwelcome Visit

Lillian's POV

It's been a few weeks since the phone call. Greyson Josh and Jay have been visiting a lot, ordering the same thing every time. Josh with a chocolate milkshake, Jay gets a blueberry muffin and Greyson, the occasional coffee.

I walk over to their table with my yellow, rectangular notepad in my left hand and my pencil in the other. "Just the usual?" I question as soon as I arrive at their table. "Yes please," Josh says unusually happily. "Ok?" I ask a rhetorical question.

"We just..." The bell on top of the door rings, signally someone has entered. I look in whoever had entered direction, still listening to what Jay was saying. As soon as the person looked up at me, I froze. Jay's words as well as everything else fade into the distance, with only one person not blurred out. The person who had just walked into the café, the person who ruined my life, the person who killed Summer and kidnapped me. Greg, the person's name was Greg.

"Lillian, Lillian" everything came back into focus as I turned to the person who was talking. "Are you ok, you kind of zoned out?" It was Grayson, he was checking if I was ok. "Yeah" I replied, "I'll get you your food" I gave him a fake smile and walked away.

I went back out with their food and put it on the table. As went to leave, Greyson grabbed my arm gently, stopping me. "Are you sure?" He asked quietly. "Look I'm fine, okay" I answered rudely.

"Do I know you?" A voice piped up from the customers. We all turned our heads to the voice. It was Greg. "No I don't think so," I said trying to make him forget about me and go back to whatever he was doing.

"Yeah I do" Greg argued back "Your Rose" I paled as my old name left his tongue. After I got out of my old life, whenever someone said my name it brought back unwanted memories, so I changed it to Lillian.

I glanced at Greyson, he had a questioning look on his face, just like Josh and Jay. I returned my gaze to Greg as he continued talking.

"Hey, how is Summer, last time I saw her she wasn't doing too well," He said with fake curiosity. Hold it in, hold it in, I said in my head about my tears. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and soon more followed. I ran to the bathroom, hastily wiping my tears on the way.

I sat down on the bathroom floor, leaning against the wall with my head in my hands. Memories flashed in my mind of Summer. One of when I would tell her stories until her cute little snores filled the room. When she would laugh so hard that she would snort. Then came the bad ones. One of how she looked when she would stumble into our room after she was beaten for no reason. When she would beg me for some food because she hadn't eaten in a week, but there was none left, and lastly the images of when she was murdered came to my mind.

The images of her sprinting to escape and nearly succeeding when the gunshot goes off. Seconds later, there she is lying in her pool of blood surrounding her.

It was hard to breathe, it felt like the walls were slowly closing in and crushing my windpipe. I jumped as I felt an arm on either side of my arms.

"Hey, hey, it's just me." I heard the soothing voice of Greyson, "I need you to breath for me, can you do that?" "I c can't" I stuttered back. "ok that's fine," he said while rubbing my arms. "What's one thing you can hear?" he asked. "Y your v voice" I stuttered again, "What's one thing you can feel" "Y your hands," I said, my stutter nearly gone. "And finally, what's one thing you can see" "Your face" I replied, my stutter now completely gone. "That's good, you're ok now, you're safe," He said soothingly as he hugged me. I didn't take him as a hugger, but I wasn't complaining.

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