Aila | Ongoing

Chapter 1 - Debts

I wake up way too early for my liking but I guess it's kind of a good thing considering I now have so many damn cuts and shit to cover up from yesterday.

Angelo decided to take out all his anger from losing his bets on a race and 2 fights on me, and of course, Aiden pissing him the fuck off didn't help, and neither did Fallon staying out later than she was supposed to with her 'best friend' which by the way is code for her boyfriend or girlfriend. Whoever she decides is worth her time right now.

We're going to the underground ring tonight which I am so unprepared for. But thank god I have a chance to sneak out to have some actual fun after.

I go to the bathroom after leaving my small and uncomfortable ass bed but getting up is one of the most annoying things when your back and stomach are absolutely fucked.

I brush my teeth and try to be as quiet as possible as I have a shower. My cuts sting when the water reaches my back and I hold in my pain by biting my lip and clenching my fists. It works a bit but it still fucking hurts. I can't wash my hair or around my ribs properly due to the bruises around my ribs and stomach so I can't reach my arms up too far.

I towel dried my hair and try my best to get my curls defined. I get dressed in the bathroom to avoid people barging into my room and I'm about to get out when I hear the door open so I stay put.

I just silently thank whoever it is that might be looking out for me because I reinstalled the lock on the bathroom as best I could without help and the rusty old tools that I had hidden in the floorboard of my room.

I found them outside and collected them over the years, just in case. It was not easy whatsoever to hide them or to make excuses about having some things fixed when it's only for my convenience and nobody in this house is gonna help me or back me up.

There are loud footsteps outside as they pass the door and they fade away until they stop and come back to the door. I think maybe they're looking for something or someone?

I slow my breathing to make sure it can't possibly be heard without amazing concentration. That's a skill I've perfected over the years. Both, the breathing technique and having fantastic concentration, if I do say so myself.

They took long enough to try the door handle and then knock, getting louder for a minute, then they start shouting and considering I don't recognise the voice, I'm thinking Angelo didn't pay all his debts, the bastard.

I cannot deal with any more inferences with my body, or my head for that matter. I have to be at least as healthy as I am now for tonight's fight and shit.

My mind can't be infested with thoughts of these lads coming to find me if they know who I am. I don't even know why they come after me to get to Angelo. He doesn't give too much of a shit about me being hurt.

They decide to try to knock the door down, for fuck sake. Even the bitch, Aiden could knock it down so I don't understand the smug look on his face when the lock breaks. That's gonna be an absolute bitch to fix if I can. Or if I live by the looks of this fella. I know that there's more than one person here. They are just not at all quiet. Idiots.

Wow, I don't actually think that there's anyone else in the house except me, Macho Man, and his buddy that'd nearly fall through the ceiling with his harsh steps.

Macho Man sees me and grabs my arm. Hello? Personal space, much. He drags me out with a little too much force but I guess he's prepared for a 15-year-old girl to kick his ass. Smart guy.

He takes me out of the room and down the stairs to the sitting room. I swear Angelo, Aiden, and Fallon had to have left me here alone for this exact reason. Once again, I'm taking a beating for somebody else.

He pushes me down to the floor, holding a gun to my head. I don't fight it but I do try to find anything that can help me get out of this while not looking suspicious. Clearly, looking around while I turn my head to every possible angle of the room is gonna draw unnecessary attention.

In all fairness, they're holding guns and have knives in a little pocket on their holsters, as if it's not obvious as fuck but whatever. I think that's one of my only options.

They're speaking in Spanish, thinking that I haven't a clue what they're saying. Not such a smart guy after all. "¿Lo encontraste?" Macho man shouts up the stairs. "No, jefe. No lo puedo encontrar," the other one says while panting and making his way down the stairs. (Did you find him?) (No, boss. He's not here.)

I think it'd be funny if I told them that he's not here or to fuck off in Spanish but looking past their expressions, it won't give me much of an advantage but they could say something ridiculously stupid and help me out a lot.

They tie my wrists together with rope and are dead set on scavaging the house for money, drugs, or whatever the fuck they're owed. Soon, they're finished tearing everything apart and Macho Man looks back at me. He looks pretty pissed

He walks closer with a gun in his hand and his jaw clenched, then he shoves the gun on my neck, way too close to my collarbone which would've definitely been fractured or close by the sheer weight of his force. Okay, definitely pissed. That's gonna fucking bruise. I hold in any cry of pain and grunt when he holds the gun to my head again.

"Who are you?" When I don't answer, he takes that as an invitation to slap the gun against my face and bring it back to it's original position at the side of my head.

"Are you deaf? Who are you?... I asked you a question, bitch," I roll my eyes. "Aila. Who are you?" I look at his friend and back to him, "We're your daddy's worst nightmare, princess," princess? Really? "Angelo is not my father but I'm guessing he owes you from losing a bet."

Goddamn. Why did he have to hit my face of all places? I'm gonna have to cover it before I leave and that's soon. I have shit to do, man. Quit stalling and get to the point, already!

"Yes, he does. Now, where is he?" he says gripping my jaw. What a fuckin' dumbass. I discreetly grab a knife because the idiots didn't tie me up properly and I loosened the rope just enough to be able to maneuvre myself into a position to grab a hold of it before I say, "Don't know, don't care." and put the blade to his abdomen, cutting him for a distraction and quickly sprint to the door getting the rope off me.

Thing 2 decides to finally intervene so I elbow his face and turn to kick his side to see he's holding a blood-riddled nose.

I don't waste any time and run.

A/N

This chapter is a bit long so I'm sorry 💕 I think it gives you a real look inside Aila's head and a glimpse into her life, though. I also made this up as I went along so constructive criticism is encouraged. I also, just realised that 'Valente' looks like it's spelled wrong in Aila's aesthetic. Damn it. It isn't gonna be changed too soon so just notice the 'e'.

Thankyou for reading 🥰

Peace ✌ ☮ 😘