When Chelsea opened her eyes, she looked around and saw nothing. She was in complete darkness.
Her hand shot up to her head when the pain blinded her, causing her to curse loudly.
"No." Chelsea whispered, "No. No."
She reached her arms around, trying to find any sort of door. She felt a wall and slowly gripped onto it, pulling herself up to her feet.
"Come on." Chelsea whispered, walking around the room and pushing against the bricks, "There's got to be a way out. COME ON!"
A door opened, Luca Changretta walked through holding a candle in his hand, the small flame lighting up his face.
Chelsea turned around and looked at him, fear rushed through her before she turned back around and began to push again, desperately trying to get out.
"It's no use." said the man, sending shivers down Chelsea's spine, he pulled up a chair and placed the lamp on the table beside him, lighting up some parts of the pitch black room, "There's no way out, Chelsea Shelby."
"If you're going to kill me. . .just do it." Chelsea whispered, slowly turning around to face the man, "Do it."
"Like I said. . .I will wait for Tommy, he will watch as you will be killed. That is what will truly hurt him, he deserves every bit of pain he's gone through, this is for my father."
Chelsea shook her head, "It wasn't Tommy who killed your father!"
"Don't try to defend him." Luca said, rubbing his hands together, "It's no use. I know the facts."
"Clearly not as well as you think!" Chelsea shouted, "You're putting my father through all of this torment when it was me!"
Luca chuckled, "Who commanded for your Uncle's to take my father captive?"
"Tommy." Chelsea nodded, "Yes, Tommy told them to capture your father but that was because my fucking mother died at your father's hand! Yes, Tommy ordered the capture but it was me that pulled the fucking trigger! I shot your father in the head."
"You. . .killed my father?" Luca said, slowly, taking his cap off and balancing it in his hands.
"And I'd do it again." Chelsea said, stone-faced, "I lost my mum! I lost my mum because of your fucking father! Grace was innocent, she didn't do anything!"
"From what I know," Luca said, leaning back in the chair, amused by the girls outburst, "Grace isn't your mother. I know Annie Clifton is your mother, I know she raised you."
Chelsea shook her head and laughed, sliding down the wall, "Annie Clifton isn't my mother. Grace is. Grace is the one that bothered to show up when I needed her. Grace is the one that would hold me whilst I cried about something stupid and pathetic that had happened to me. She was my mum. Not by blood. . .but by love."
"I will be meeting your father tomorrow." said Luca, "We will be making a nice visit to him in the cellar at the back of your Uncle Charlie's Yard. He will watch you die and he will hand over his business to me."
"They'll kill you." Chelsea gulped, trying to hide her fear, "They will shoot you dead if you even lay a fucking hand on me!"
"No." Luca smirked, putting his hat back on and standing up, "No, tomorrow you will die, Chelsea Shelby. Do try and get sleep."
When Luca walked out, Chelsea was plunged back into darkness. Instead of crying and trying to get out, she curled up into a ball in the corner of the room and shut her eyes.
Don't let him shoot me, dad.
Save me.
I trust you.
