Blood Tears

Chapter 9

I followed Sebastian back to the dreaded dinning room. Just like last night, all chatter died down at my presence. I was led to a seat and stared at the delicious food infront of me. The pancakes were so fluffy. But god damn. How much do these fuckers think I eat. Eh whatever. I began to eat as they had given me permission yesterday and honestly, I am way to hungry to care if they beat me to a pulp. As I was stuffing a sausage into my mouth Sebastian asked what I would like to drink from behind my head.  He slid a notepad and pen into my line of vision. "We have coffee, tea, orange juice, apple juice or we can make a smoothie if you would like young master." Sebastian rattled off in one breath. Geez that's a lot of things. I wrote down black coffee and slid the notepad and pen back to Sebastian. "Yes young master." Sebastian replied as he walked off to god knows where and came back with the coffee in a matter of seconds. How the hell did he do that so fast. God damn sonic. That was also when I realized that the chatter had returned. I finished eating and boy was the pain getting to me. It hurt like hell to even fucking breathe at this point. I need painkillers now. My painful thoughts were then interrupted by my oh so lovely 'father'.

"La mia piccola farfalla, I thought it would be a nice idea for all of us to go shopping for some clothes and other things you might want." 'My father 'stated in his same monotone voice. Like jeez put some pep in your voice man. I just nodded my head in understanding, still not looking up from the table. I wanted to object but was afraid to pock the bear so I remained silent. "Okay, everyone meet in the living room in 20 minutes." he said in a commanding voice. I shrunk back in my seat. His tone bringing back memories I would rather forget. The sound of chairs scraping and footsteps exiting the room told me that 'my brothers and father' left to get ready. I got up at snail's pace as to not aggravate any of my countless injuries. I successfully made my way back to my room and immediately took my painkillers. I laid down on my bed as I waited for the others to get ready as I had nothing to do.

After the twenty minutes were up, I realized I had a serious problem. I had no damn idea how to get to the living room. I scratched my arm as worries swarmed my head. Should I try and find it? What if I am not allowed to wonder around? Will I get punished if I just stay here? I scratched my arms harder as anxiety crept into me. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. My head spun towards it so fast I swear I almost broke my own fucking neck. As I saw the handle turn, my head  dropped to the floor, my breathing picking up. Who is it? Is it Sebastian? The person did not say anything. I watched as their feet drew closer. My breathing hastening with each advancement. I closed my eyes waiting for an impact but felt nothing.

"Follow me." A cold voice said. I nodded , my eyes still closed in fear. As the footsteps retreated, I opened my eyes with a deep breath and quickly scampered behind the mysterious man.  His voice was not familiar so he either was not at dinner yesterday or did not talk there. Either way, his voice was enough me to know that he was not to be messed with. Note to self, do not under any circumstance make mystery man angry. He lead me down hallway after hallway and down two stair cases until we reached. My head stuck to the floor but judging from the flooring, this was definitely not a living room. Mystery man kept walking until he stopped infront of vehicle. I have no idea what kind nor do I give a shit. He opened the door and motioned for me to get in which I complied without hesitation. When I was situated, mystery man sat next to me and closed the door. Without a word, the car started and we were off  to wherever they we taking me to shop. 

My mind swirled as I looked at the flooring. Who was I sitting with? How was I going to pay for anything? I was broker than broke. A dog probably has more money to their name than me. If I had an account, its balance would be in the negatives. Also, I have no idea where we are going. OH SHIT! What if they are actually going to kill me for last night's dinner? FUCK! Well, lets just hope they make it painless. But knowing my shitty luck, not a fat chance in hell was that happening. Unconsciously, I began to pick at my nails. The pain helping to calm me a bit. As the minutes passed, the silence in this car made me want to jump out of it James Bond style. But, instead of looking like James Bond, I would look like his cheap, knock off stunt double who busts his ass and cracks his head open like a fucking coconut. Like I can't even hear these bitches breathe. Are they dead? Damn, are their ghost driving this fucking car. I fucking knew I felt a chill run down my spine. 

Just as I my mind was concocting the next ghost plan, the car stopped. Well here goes nothing. I am either going to die or die.

What will happen to Ardian? Who is the mystery man? Find out next chapter.

Hey guys, hope you liked the chapter. I know it is kind of slow of but don't worry, shit will go down soon. 

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