Mafia Princess

chapter 23

“Rob, hey Rob? ” someone calls and I try to open my eyes. “Rob? ” they give me a shake on the shoulder.

My arm that I slept on is numb and my head is painful and I wince trying to get off the floor.

Wait, I slept on the floor?

“are you okay? ” Ella says and I glance at her. My head has been cloudy and I couldn't even place her sound.

I try again to get off and a pain slices through my head and I clutch it clossing my eyes again. “Rob say something. ” Ella says and I try opening my mouth but my throat is so dry.

I hold on to her to stand up and she leads me to my bed. Reaching for the water bottle I always keep on my nightstand I gulp down a few times and I feel better.

“Dad.” I whisper.

“I know am sorry that he did that. ” she says pulling me in for a hug and I lie on her chest letting all the memories from last night come crushing in my head.

“it was not a nightmare?” I desperately ask. The pain is so raw that I feel my heart trying to get out of my chest through the mouth. Tears are rolling down my cheeks and Ella is soothingly rubbing my back up and down. My throat tastes like blood and I just want to die.

“shhh, it's okay. Am here for you okay.” she whispers.

“how can you even look after me while your boyfriend is MIA. probably even dead as well.” my voice breaks again in the last sentence when I remember Jim might also be dead.

Why is all these happening to me? What did I do wrong to deserve all this?

“no, you know that he might be alive, but your dad is dead Rob.” she tries to keep a straight face. “just take one step at a time, for now just mourn your father okay. Barry's guys are out searching for him.” she assures me.

I can't believe it. My heart is heavy with pain, he was my only parent remaining how could he be so selfish. “how about you get into that bathroom and get a nice warm shower and I'll get you coffee. It'll make you feel better.” she reasons.

“I don't want to,” I sob “I just want to sleep and feel sorry for myself. I don't want to feel better. I can't even get my ass to the bathroom, I feel like am going to pass out.” I cry “all this is just too much for me Ella. I know I might have been deserving whatever has been happening lately but My dad? My brother? Why would all these happen at the same time? I appreciate you being here supporting me but please just let me wallow in my sorrows”

“no, if you think I'll leave you alone in this state, then you're crazy wrong.”

“what?” I pull back “you think am going to kill myself?” I snap. “am so tired of being a burden to you Ella, I won't slit my wrists if that is what you're worried about.”

Ella looks disappointed but stands up and drags my ass to the bathroom, “you need a brain restart to remind you that, you shouldn't be talking to me like that okay. ” she shouts shoving me into the bathroom with my black dress from the ball which blood has dried on and she turns the shower on.

I gasp when the cold water hits my sculp and it trickles down my body. “you must be going through a lot of shit right now but we both know you're stronger than that. Now snap out of it!” she wipes a tear out of her right cheek angrily.

The water keeps cascading down on me and I shiver before my body gets used to the coldness. I keep sitting on the floor crying silently and I could taste the salt in my tears when the water washes them to my lips. I stay there for twenty minutes in silence staring at the red water from the blood flowing down the drain and Ella is seating on the toilet lid running her hands on her hair. She didn't have them up in a ponytail today. It's been long since I saw her with here hair flowing down her shoulders.
I slowly stand reaching for the zipper of the dress and I pull it down. The water is making my red hair stick on my face and neck. I shrug the dress off and I let it drop to the floor.

I rub the shampoo on my hair after getting off my bra and panties and I rub the shower gel on my skin trying to get the blood off my hands and skin. I close my eyes tightly when the memory of my dad in his pool of blood his eyes open but lifeless flashes in my head
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I get off the shower and Ella offers me my white dressing gown that I put on a towel that I wrap around my hair.

She doesn't say a word instead she walks into my room and she goes to the door when the door bell rings. “is everything alright?” that is Barry.

I hate it when people ask if everything is alright. For fucks sake my dad committed suicide. What is alright about that?

Am so angry at him for being so selfish to take his own life and am more angry at myself that night didn't realise he was not okay. I just had a conversation with him like a few hours before the incident, why didn't I realize anything?

I was so hell bent on my problems to even realize he was not okay.

“yeah.” Ella says. “you coming in? ”

“no, I just got you guys coffee. I'll be in the living room with Sean. ” he says handing her the coffee mugs and he leaves.

After taking the coffee and having a long conversation with Ella,I had to apologize for my behavior.I put on a ragged jeans and a maroon silk top that is v-neck and exposes a few of my cleavage but that is the least of my worries now. I put on a black Leather jacket and I follow her downstairs where Barry called he says he need to tell us something.

Once we step into the living room we find a man in his mid thirties and Barry introduces him, “this is chief, Ressler, the lead investigator on dad's case.”

“what!? I thought he committed suicide.”

“no ma'am we have a reason to believe he was murdered.” the officer says and my eyes goes wide.

“by who? ” I ask lowering myself on the couch I might just pass out.

“that is what we're trying to find out. ” he responds.