Gio and Tessa were best friends for years.
When she visits his grave on the fifth anniversary of his death, she finds out something she never expected.
How will Tessa navigate through this?
Reality has yet to kick in.
Could it be a dream? A cruel...
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TESSA SARIANO
"I don't care how many times you ask," I spat out blood as a result of being hit so much in the ribs.
"I'm not telling you assholes anything." I continued, wiping my mouth.
I leaned back in the old chair that Cyrus and Leah had strapped me to. Just within the last hour I've been punched, kicked, slapped and probably more that I've just forgotten.
An hour suddenly feels like three now that I'm trapped here. I'm continuing to pray that Gio will find me or somehow, by the grace of any God, that I'll make it out of here. Right now, I'm not feeling very hopeful.
So far, for what feels like hours, I've been questioned and beaten. Although, there's been more beating than questioning.
Little do they know, my resilience levels are high. I've been through enough to know how strong I am.
My capturers have been asking questions about Gio's whereabouts, his address, information about his mafia. Now, some of their questions are just ridiculous. Leah asked me what cologne Gio uses. Is she really that obsessed? Who am I kidding? She definitely is.
On the other hand, they've asked me some things that I just can't answer. Gio has told me things, but not things that they're asking about. I'm his best friend, not his business partner. That is what they don't seem to understand.
"How many times do I have to tell you to watch your mouth? You little bitch." Cyrus struck me in the face yet again, this time surely leaving me with a black eye.
"Fuck you." I said, provoking Cyrus.
Just as the bleach blonde beast was about to strike me again, his red headed sister stepped in.
"Cy, I think that's enough for the moment." Cyrus nodded in response. Thank god. I can only act tough for so long.
I watched as Leah whispered something in her brother's ear and soon after he went upstairs. They act so weird with one another. It's off putting.
"What the hell do we have to do to get some information out of you? Hm?" I thought for a second, contemplating weather or not I should ask for some of the vodka Cyrus had placed on the table or not. I quickly decided against it as I thought deeper.
If I drink enough, it may numb the pain, but the cons outweigh the pros. Under the influence I could spill some information and anymore wounds inflicted on me would bleed more and faster.
I need to stay alive, I know Gio will save me. He has to. But, at the same time, I don't want to hold onto false hope. I've spent far too much of my life doing just that.
"I want water...please." I made direct eye contact with the red headed bitch who was crouched down in front of me.
"Fine." Leah sighed, getting up and returning with a glass of water a few seconds later.
