His Entertainer

chapter 36

                    GENEVIEVE POV.

(Past Narration continues....)

    Darkness filled with the faint smell of blood, I was in a lot of pain when I woke up. I was still in the same hell loop but no one was around anymore. It was Empty. I looked around for assurance but no one was really around. Ignoring the pain I got of the bed, I could hardly walk but tried. Lucky me this time, the  doors weren't Locked.
  When I finally got out of the room, no one was out there. The corridor was empty only loud music playing on the back. I walked, tried to speed up my steps. Trying to fight the nausea and fuzziness.
   I knew I couldn't make it. I was in alot of unbearable pain, I sat down for a bit, trying to gather my strength together, trying to control my breathing. The pain I felt was like they we're doing it all over and over, the pictures that stuck on my head bothered me.
  Then, a man came down the stairs and found me, I was frightened, tried to get up but failed. Then I cried, just the thought of what they we're going to do to me again terrified me, it broke me.
  "I'm not going to hurt you" he said. But I didn't buy it, he came closer and I tried to crawl as far from him as possible but little did I know, I was crawling back to the room I tried to escape from.
  I was too busy trying my best to ran from him but there I was, taking myself back.
  "I'm losing my patience" he said, quite a fast change from playing nice to where his getting, "leave me alone" I cried.
  "I couldn't fuck a fainting girl" he said, "so I waited and here you are" he spoke as if he has just archived something important.
  He ran to me, his big palms pinning my body on the ground, I didn't have enough strength to fight him.
  His large legs parting my own. Tears running to the side of my face, but. I wasn't making a sound anymore. Wasn't trying any longer. That was it, I gave up. Not at that moment but I gave up about everything, even my future was like a blank dream to me.
  Then,

  Paah!

   Suddenly there was a hole between his eyes, he froze for a bit before he fell on me. I didn't move. It's like I was glued on the ground. Then, a Man came and pushed the corse aside. Infront of me stood five large men and —a boy, just few years older than me —I guessed.
  My face was red from crying, pain all over me. He looked down at me, quite intensively but his face was blank.
"Get her on her feet" he said as the men obeyed. He was the leader I could see.
  Two came and helped me up, but I really couldn't stand straight. Blood on my dress, a dress fit for a whore. Some parts tone.
  I tried to hide them with my hands but it wasn't enough, I had bruises everywhere. The boy walked to me, and covered my trembling body with his leather jacket. All I could do was cry. Had no words to say. I thought of a thank you but couldn't say it.
  "How old are you?" He asked.
 
  "Fif—fift—Fifteen" I barely spoke.

  "What's your name?" He asked again.

  "Jennifer Logan" I held my breath and said, "come with me" he offered.
  "I can't Lazzaro and—" i tried to explain but he interrupted. " I know, I took care of that. You'll decide what you want to do with him. His life or death is in your hands" he told me.
  "How did you know?" I asked after million of things ran through my head.
  "I didn't, well until today.  I had business with him, he messed around with the wrong person, came here for him, Got him but you we're just a little part of the conversation" he answered so calmly.
  I stayed up at him, but couldn't held my balance for long, he caught me as I was about to fall, "He killed my family" I cried as my strength drained away.
  "It's a crue world out here, I'm also not a good person. I kill to survive, I can't give you a better life but all I can offer is to be your family. We can't survive apart" he whispered. For unknown reasons I felt safe, "but—what's your name?" I asked him.
He paused, then said with a small grin. "Hermann Rodriguez".

"Hermann " I repeated but couldn't read his expression, it was blur all around me, it got fuzzy, I let myself drown in a deep sleep. that's the last thing I remember about that night.

  ......Three days later, My eyes flicked due to the bright light but I managed.
  My head felt heavy, so was my whole body. It was like the pain was pinning me down, I felt tired yet sick. But as I came to my senses i looked around. It was a comfortable room. Dark, but comfortable, the colour of the walls were sky blue, tho. I happened to notice a black missed spot so I knew they just rushed to paint it for me, I smiled.
Then, he made his way in— my new family.  "Finally I don't have to stick around anymore" he joked, and I giggled. "thank you" I said. He approached me and sat beside me, " I can't promise to be your ideal brother but I can promise to protect you with everything in my power" he said, "listen, Jenifer Logan is known dead to the world. You can't continue to use that identification anymore".
  "But, what do I do?" I asked my eyes glassy.
  "Genevieve Rodriguez will be your new identity" he announced, tears fell down to my cheeks. He held my hand.
  "I know it's hard, but I intend to give you a new start, it's not what you would prefer but you'll survive" he explained.
  "How am I supposed to let it go?" I cried.
  "Then don't. Turn your pain into power" he said to me.
  "I have one request as Jenifer Logan" I stared up at him and said bravely.
  "State it"

  "I want Lazzaro's head on a spike" I ordered.
  "Done" he assured immediately.
I reached out for him and wrapped my arms around him. I cried, I swear I cried. He held me like any big brother would.

  Days later as I fully recovered he helped me held my family's funeral. It was hard but I had to move on. My life with Hermann hasn't been the best but I'm glad I'm with him, I learnt his monstrous side, his demons, his fear, his weaknesses, his story and many more but I had still love him the same way. He never missed the little things, my birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter or movie nights. He bought me my first tampons and made my hair. And was always there to give me a hand up when I fell.
  He doesn't like pillow fights but he did them for me. He taught me piano and joined me in dance classes, he taught me fighting and helped me with guns and knifes. He turned on the lights in my dark world.
  While everyone called him the Devil he was my Angel, he made men kneel before me, he gave me power. But most of all.
  He loved me.
He loves me.

(Past Narration Ends)

   Morgan Silver walked to me, looked me in the eyes and wiped my falling tears.
  "Why are you telling me all this" Morgan asked, holding my hands.

  "I want you to know that his something more than just a Mafia boss, that his capable of love and protection. Ivy is safe with him" I assured.
"You my girl, are you sure he was a good influence to you?" She asked.
  "Good or bad he made the best of me" I said grinning with tears after that.
She took me in her arms, "it wasn't fair, what happened to you wasn't fair" she cried behind me, holding me tighter, it was like a mother's arms around me, I melted. For years I have been holding my tears, hoping the pain to just disappear but all I needed was something warmer than Hermann's hands. 

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