Ending Silence

Chapter 3

Morgan's POV

I jump awake, looking around the unfamiliar room.

I'm lying in a double bed, alone in the smallish room. I get up out of the bed, looking around.

There's a window on the wall behind me, while in front there is a door. Beside it, there is a wardrobe. There's another door, which is slightly ajar. I can see from the small opening that it's a bathroom, making the other door my way out.

I walk over, trying to open it but it's locked.

I huff, taking a minute to think. I reach up, feeling that my hair is still in the same messy bun from work. Which means..

I grin, pulling one of the bobby pins from my hair at the back.

It takes me roughly five minutes to get the door open, and when I do, I'm startled to see the man from before standing there looking pleased.

"Good morning. Follow me" Is all he says before he turns and walks away. I close the door, before quickly walking to catch up with him.

I follow him down a flight of stairs and through a door before we get to a big open hall filled with tables of people eating and talking.

I look around while making sure to stick close to him. He sits down, and I sit opposite him. He slides a tray in front of me, one I don't know when he got.

"Eat" He instructs. I glance at the food, then back up at him.

Is he fucking serious? He kidnaps me, then expects me to eat whatever food he gives me without a thought.

This reminds me of the time I was staying with my neighbour for a night, and she gave me my plate of dinner. I ate it, then spit out something that tasted funny. It was half a tablet. Turns out she put her cats medicine in my food by accident, and I already swallowed the other half.

That was a fun weekend to say the least.

"Okay then don't" He shoots me a tight-lipped smile as he pushes the tray to the side.

"Where am I?" I question. "Unfortunately for the time being we cannot tell you. But don't worry, all your stuff has been brought here" He tells me.

Well, that certainly doesn't freak me out at all.

Are we still in Delaware? Are we even in America anymore?

"Now-" He says, tearing me away from my thoughts. "This is where you will be living for the next year. I hope you like your room" He flashes me a smile.

"Training starts at seven am to ten am. Then you will have breakfast. At six pm you have training for another three hours. You do whatever you want during that time" He tells me.

I have to train for fucking six hours every day?!

"What is there to do here?" I mumble. "Watch tv, train some more, eat, make some friends" He lists. "I'm sure you'll think of something. But you're not allowed leave for the first four months" He tells me.

I scowl. "That's bullshit," I tell him. If I knew I'd be trapped prisoner here for four fucking months I probably wouldn't have agreed.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," He tells me, his words sounding sympathetic, but his face looking like he couldn't care less.

"To get to the gym, instead of going down the first stairwell, you go down the second. It'll lead you right there" He tells me, before standing up. "You'll figure it out yourself eventually," He tells me, before handing me a key, I'm assuming it's to my room.

"That's it? I'm just left to fend for myself now?" I scowl, masking my fear with anger. "Goodbye Morgan" He smiles before turning and walking away.

I groan, placing my elbows on the table and holding my head in my hands.

I don't know why I expected a tour when I joined a fucking mafia.

"Hi!". I jump slightly, before looking up to see a girl now sitting where that man previously was.

With golden brown hair that fades into blond at the end, and freckles covering her pale face, she shoots me a friendly smile.

"I'm Luna," She tells me. "Hi" I mumble, not knowing what to expect from this greeting. "You just got here right?" She asks, and I nod.

"I've been here a week so far. It's not that bad" She shrugs. "What is there to do?" I ask. "A few stuff, you'll see. It hasn't been too bad so far, but training starts tomorrow. The others sat its hell" Luna groans. I look at her confused.

"Others?" I ask. If training starts tomorrow, how do they know it's hell? Well, I suppose any training that lasts three hours is guaranteed to be horrible.

"Right, sorry. Let me explain. There are three groups. Group A, B, and C. We're group A; the newbies" She jokes, and I crack a smile. "Group B is the next level. They've been here four months so far. Group C is the last level, and have been here for eight months. We move up every four months, and the training gets harder" She explains.

"Great" I mumble, already realising this was a mistake.

She laughs at my obvious dread. "Don't worry. We're all as clueless as each other" She assures me, and I smile.

"Are you going to eat?" She glances at the untouched tray beside me. "No". Luna grins and stands up. "Great. Let me show you around".

I stand up, following her as she explains to me where everything is. After twenty minutes, we eventually end back up in the food hall.

"Luna!" Someone calls out, and I turn to see a guy sitting at one of the tables, waving us over. He wears a friendly smile like Luna. His hair is black and sits like a mop on his head. The tanned skin on his face is lacking any imperfections, and even sitting down, I can tell he's a few inches taller than my 5'11 height.

Luna grabs my hand and pulls me along as she walks over. "This is Diego. He lives beside me" She explains.

"Who's this?" He asks, looking at me. "This is-.." Luna freezes, her smile dropping. "Shit, I forgot to ask your name" Luna mumbles, while Diego chuckles.

"Morgan," I tell them. Luna smiles, while Diego holds out his hand. "Diego," He tells me. I don't mention the fact Luna just told me, instead I simply shake his hand.

"I'm showing her around," Luna tells him, and he grins. "Did you show her the gym yet?" He asks. Luna shakes her head, and they share a look while I stand there confused.

They suddenly both grab one of my hands, before quickly rushing out of the common room, dragging me along with them.

They lead me down corridors and up some stairs, and I know I should be paying attention to the way, but I'm too busy trying not to laugh at their eagerness.

They eventually push through a door, and finally stop. They let go of my hand, and my mouth is basically on the floor as I look around this gigantic gym, with one half filled with multiple exercise machines, and the other half just mats.

There are only a few people here right now, mostly using exercise machines, but I zone them out as I take in this place.

"Welcome to your new home, Morgan" Luna teases as she places a hand on my shoulder, shaking me slightly.

This just got very real, very fast.