The Devil Wants Me - 18+ Mafia Romance

THREE

"Open the damn door Astra! This is getting silly. It's been three days." The constant banging on my door is now too annoying to ignore. It's been five minutes. I thought she would have given up by now.

I suppose we could call this a self induced pity party. I have avoided leaving my room for three days, only going out to collect the endless amount of takeaways and bottles of wine I ordered. Reluctantly I called in sick for the rest of the week. Not having the emergency to focus on teaching students when my life is quite literally falling apart.

I get up out of the messy bed with a groan and several concerning cracks in my body. Dragging myself over to the bedroom door, I unlock it and yank it open. As soon as Jenna lays her eyes on me, she can't hide the grimace. I can't say I have looked in a mirror lately so the look of disgust is most likely warranted.

"Well... You look like a... hot mess." Her words are slow as she gives me a once over. The old black nightgown and matching pyjamas are covered in food stains and my hair is sticking in so many different directions I would be very surprised if a rodent hasn't made a nest. Leaning in she takes a sniff and scrunches her face up as she leans away from me.

"Damn girl. What perfume are you wearing? Parfum de mort." She teases me, giving me her best French accent. Glaring I huff out a breath, "Ha fucking ha." She grins as she pushes past me, whistling as she takes in the state of my room. I'm guessing the smell isn't much better in here by her face, I can't seem to smell it. Must be immune. I glance around seeing what she is seeing. Pizza boxes and a pile of empty snack packets are thrown carelessly around the room. Several bottles of empty bottles of wine, far too many dirty dishes and dirty clothes linger on the floor. Wasting no time Jenna begins to clean up. I don't try and stop her as I sit on the bed.

"Care to tell me what induced this delightful episode?" I'd rather not. But I know I need to tell someone, but as soon as I tell her it will make my situation all too real. I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. But if anyone can see a bright a side to this fucked up situation it would be Jenna. She has always been the cheerful happy-go-lucky type. Without a second thought I blare it out.

"I'm getting married." I deadpan, not sure how else to word it, sugar coating it would just make it worse. I had no engagement which she knows, and I definitely don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend. She stays frozen just as she bends to pick up another wrapper, a second later she spins around, eyes wide in horror as she stares into my soul looking for any sign of a joke. I wouldn't joke about marriage, well I have made some choice comments about it in the past but I wouldn't joke about me getting married.

"What?"

"Mum threatened me, dad pulled the dying card and Cassio has the sons. So I'm getting married." She starts to laugh hysterically, and in all honesty I would too. But this is no laughing matter, not at all in fact my eyes start to well with tears. Jenna's eyes widen again when she notices. With wide eyes she comes over and I'm engulfed in a warm hug. After crying into neck leaving a nasty wet patch of tears and snot, which she doesn't seem to mind, I tell her everything. From start to finishing, leaving out the green eyes that have haunted my dreams.

"Jesus." We sat in silence, Jenna was shocked. In a comforting show of affection she slowly rubs my back which eases some of the tension that has built up over the last few days."Well this episode is well deserved then." She tries to reassure me. Jenna to my absolute delight and with much gratitude keeps me distracted all day, she even called in sick to spend the day with me. I couldn't be more grateful.

After a long boiling shower, Jenna helps me clean my room. We throw random plans back and forth trying to come up with a plan, the main one being to flee the country and never return. I'm half tempted to take her up on the offer. But I've never been one to run from my problems, no matter how tempting. I like to face them head on and deal with it. Or so I keep telling myself.