𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 | 18+ | ✓

e i g h t e e n

*listen to the song while reading if you wish!*

tw: every triggering subject in the last chapter is in here as well.

S A L E M
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Our flight lands and we step off the plane. We're finally back in New York. I have never been so happy to be home. These past few days have been a lot for me.

I almost got married, almost because of the whole kidnapping situation. Was almost sex trafficked, and almost got killed by my own father. I also kinda saw him kill himself.

"Ready to leave Mrs. Ricci?" I hear a driver say.

Yeah, we're still married. I didn't know we got married, but apparently we did, wedding or not. This is how the mafia works I guess. My mafia is now also his mafia. We combined.

"I guess so." I tell the driver before climbing in the car. Abel scoots in next to me and shuts the door. The doors lock and the car begins to move, "Mrs. Ricci?" I hear Abel whisper. "Has a nice ring to it." he winks.

"Ick." I cringe.

The rest of the car ride is silent. We haven't said much to each other since I cried in his arms as my dads literal brains were splattered across the floor at that convention place.

He's been giving me space, saying small things here or there, or just checking in on me. I've been pretty much fine. He was supposedly dead before and it didn't affect me much, but now he's actually dead, and I... saw it happen.

I've never really had someone there for me when bad things have happened. It's kind of nice to have a shoulder to cry on if I need it. He also makes me food out of pity, and it's been very good, so I'll take it.

"You ok?" he asks me for the millionth time today. I look at him and nod, "I'm fine, just ready to get home."

He nods in understanding and looks back out the window. I look to my lap and fiddle with my hands. His hand catches my eye and I feel the sudden urge to hold it. It's like electricity when we touch, and as of right now, I'm a dead battery.

I reach over and grab his hand to hold, he kindly lets me. His eyes burn lasers through the side of my head, but I continue to look out the window, not wanting to hear a word he has to say.

He'd say something stupid, like 'you into me now' or something else. And it'd piss me off so I'd throw him out the window.

We arrive home and I hurry out the car and towards the pillar in-front of our house. I hug and breathe, "I missed you."

Abel creeps up behind me and whispers to himself, "What the hell."

I enter our home and I breathe in the air, "It's good to be home." I smile and hug Blade, "Is she high?" he asks Abel.

He shrugs, "I think she's just traumatized?"

I scoff, "I'm right here you know?" I feel Blades pockets and take the joint out of his back pocket, "Haha!" I shout before running upstairs. I come out onto the balcony and grab the lighter under the flower pot before sitting down.

The fire from the lighter touches the paper on the joint and I hear the crispy sound of it burning. I take a puff and inhale. Bliss.