7. Mood swings

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JANIE

He wiped his face with his bloody hand. Then, he shot me a daunting glare. I braced myself for what could come next. I was ready to bear the brunt of my action. He could run a slap across my face. or perhaps, he might even kill me too. But instead, his handsome face brightened with a devilish smirk and he claimed my lips.

Disgusted and aggravated in anger, I broke the kiss and ran a slap across his hard chiseled face. I pressed my lips together into a grim line and tossed a glare at him.

"Janie, I-"

Tossing my hand in the air, I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Save it." Then I immediately turned on my heels and dashed back into the mansion, straight to my room.

Fastening the latch on the door, I sprinted into the bathroom and switched on the faucet. Then I started scrubbing my lips and rinsing my face with the cold water. Images of all that transpired with that man surged to the forefront of my brain, bringing tears to my eyes instantly.

My lips quivered as I wondered if I might suffer the same fate as that man. The way he plead for his life with tears in his eyes, plagued with the miserable and pathetic fate. What if I tried to escape and he catches me for the second time, would he kill me too?

Slipping to the floor, I broke into tiny sobs and buried my head in between my knees. The tiled floor sprung some cold sensation in my body, but I didn't care.

At this point, I hated my life! I hated my life so much that the urge to commit suicide overwhelmed me. Was I cursed from birth? My mother died, and my father betrayed me, selling me off like a worthless piece of trash for just a hundred thousand dollars. Money that could disappear in the twinkle of an eye, if not well-spent.

Deep down, I knew I did well by slapping him for kissing me. How could he place his filthy lips smeared with an innocent man's blood on mine? But still, a part of me somewhat felt I shouldn't have. This was a ruthless mafia boss we were talking about; someone who could end my life with just a snap of his fingers.

Sniffling back tears, I shuffled to my feet to switch off the faucet. Then I brought my head to face my reflection in the mirror. The girl staring right back at me look so miserable, she seemed as though there was nothing for her to live for. And she was completely different.

Perhaps, I could just end this misery. Maybe if I slit through my wrist, I would bleed to death, eluding this pathetic life. Wiping off the tears from every corner of my eyes, I turned on my heels and went to get the pocket knife I saw on the bedside table.

Nonetheless, it might be better if I ended it all before Luciano came for me. Because I was quite certain he might be pissed at what I did.

Picking up the knife, I sauntered into the bathroom and raised the knife to my wrist. Tears welled up my eyes and my lips quivered as I thought of what I was about to do. Swallowing hard, I brought the knife closer to my wrist and the steel sent cold shivers surging through my spine.

LUCIANO

"Fuck!"

Clenching and unclenching my fist, I punched it into the wall. I was beyond pissed. Not because she slapped me but because she had to see all of that. I was only keeping Janie with me for a reason best known to me. And not because I wanted her to see me as a monster.

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