What should have been 8

Chapter Thirteen

The words barely left my mouth before Isidors car disappeared into the night. I stood there for a moment, the roar of the engine slowly fading into the distance. The concert's bass thumped in the background, but it couldn't drown out the chaos in my head.

I spread through the empty streets as rain started to pour, the water wiping through my hair. I revved the engine to go faster and faster, passing the speed limit by fifty miles per hour. The wind was so strong it felt like it was trying to rip me off the bike.

When I got home, the house was dark and quiet. I tossed my keys on the counter and kicked off my boots, heading straight for the shower. The hot water washed away the sweat and sand from the beach, but it couldn't wash away the memory of Melina's words. I scrubbed at my skin until it was raw, trying to erase the feeling of her nails digging into my arm.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, the mirror fogging up as the steam filled the room. I looked at my reflection, the bruises on my body a stark reminder of the fights I've been in, the scars a map of my past.

My phone buzzed on the sink, Isidors name lighting up the screen. I picked it up, "What happened with Melina?"

"Myron is taking care of it."

"Good," I said, my voice echoing in the empty room. "Thanks for handling it."

"It's nothing, hey do you need me to pick you up anything before I come over?"

"No but how bout we go to a bar or club?"I asked, running a hand through my wet hair.

"Are you sure you're up for it?" Isidors voice was filled with concern.

"Yeah, I need to get out of here."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at twenty. Dont do anything stupid before then." I could hear the hint of a smile in his voice.

"I make no promises," I said, a smirk playing in the corner of my mouth. "But I'll try."

After hanging up, I threw on a black Misfits t-shirt, black baggy jeans, and a leather jacket with a leather choker around my neck. I slid my switchblade into my pocket, more for comfort than anything else. I opened my phone checking the time, 8:34 he would be here in eight minutes. I looked at my contacts for a second, with no reason in mind. Scrolling through my phone I moved my finger over Chuuya's contact and let out a sigh. "When are you going to wake up and bring this shit show back together?" I whispered. Eliz's contact was still in my phone, I don't think I ever would have the heart to delete it. I leaned against the frame of my bed closing my mind, knowing that if Chuuya didn't wake up in the next month, the stings that were supposed to be ever bound in this mafia would fall apart. "After hundreds of years, this curse of a job will be over and I can die without the pressure of it."