To Get You Back: Mikey x OG Character

Chapter 1: Sumi

MY HEELS CLANK AGAINST THE stone path as I run, the sound muffled by the down pour. Holding my dress in one hand, I try to shield my face from the rain, navigating my way through the forest-of-a-garden. I should have known Kana was a bitch because what part of these talls trees and dense bushes look like a sweet garden?

I stop near a tree, hastily remove my heels, and start running again, my feet ache but I am still running faster than before. I don't look back. Looking back when you have someone on your trail is the worst mistake you can make because it slows you down. I keep running, running running and running without looking back.

As I take a left turn, going deeper into the woods, I hear a twig snap behind me indicating they are still on my trail and close. It makes me run faster, my legs moving on their own accord now. Not the first time I am happy for being a fast runner. Even so, my breathing becomes ragged.

Where are you Mikey?

I know it is useless to even consider him saving me. I know I am bringing my hopes high only to get crushed by him brutally. I wouldn't be suprised to know that he planned this. I don't know where it all went wrong, but it did. Or maybe I knew it was always wrong, I just didn't want to accept it.

My relationship with Mikey has been rocky. Since high school, when I first met him, I had been mesmerized by him. It started with a one sided crush, which slowly formed into what it is now. I don't even remember how we became close. But I do remember our first kiss, him taking my virginity, our first date, the day he had proposed to me, and the day he chose darkness, blood and gloom over me. Maybe it went all wrong from there. Or maybe I realized it then. After the cold look he had in his eyes, I couldn't face him. I feared rejection, I feared he would leave me, so I clung to him, stayed by his side, watching him go down the path of self-destruction. I tried. I really did, but my fear of abandonment ran deeper than I could imagine. Everytime I tried to talk, I remembered his cold gaze, his reasoning of wanting to protect me. I never gathered the courage to face him.

After a point of time, I knew he wasn't interested or maybe that was my own self-pity acting up. I remember the first night he spent at his office, the first date he missed, when I found him in bars and nightclubs, smoking and drinking when he told me he was in an important business meeting. I know I might be overthinking things, but I can't stop myself. I can't stop the what ifs occupying my mind, even when I am running for my life.

What if he never loved me? What if he only used me for his physical need because he didn't want to go to the trouble of finding someone else? What if-

My train of thoughts and feet come to an abrupt halt as I hear a gunshot from behind me and see the wall towering in front of me.

Well and truly fucked.

I glance back frantically and release a tiny sigh of relief when I don't see anyone on my trail. But that wasn't any good, I was standing at a dead end. I could run along the wall, but I knew it was futile. Climbing it was also out of question, because my legs were bruised and cut from running barefoot.

After much debate, I decided to run along the wall. I was desparate at this point.

Please Mikey, Please save me.

Tears formed in my eyes, making my vision blurry. I try to wipe them off, only to blur my vision further due to the pattering rain. My ankle twists, but before I can fall face first on the ground, I grab hold of a nearby tree, a loud groan slipping from my mouth.

Fuck.

I resume running, though it is more walking then running. Now, I can hear the footsteps approaching, faster. Another groan slips my mouth as I accidently put weight on my ankle and a zing of pain shoots up my leg. Even so, I refuse to give up. I am not dying like this, not here. Not. Like. This.

But, it is my wishful thinking because I hear another gunshot, which catches me off-guard that I flinch and lose my balance, making me fall to my knees.

"There she is!", I hear a man say from behind me as I close my eyes. This is how I die. The thought breaks me and a tears rolld down my cheek, though  they are washed away by the rain.

Soon enough, I feel the metal on my forehead. A rough hand fists my hair and yanks my head up, opening my eyes as his other curls around my throat, cutting my oxygen supply. I stay calm, the more energy I use the faster I die.

He presses the gun on my forehead as a smirk lifts his lips. I recognize him. He used to work for Mikey before he was fired for imcompetency and a notorious scandal with a rival's daughter......or that's what I got to know.

"To think Mikey would leave his sweet little wife alone...how surprising.", he says as I start feeling breatheless, my eyes drooping. I am busy trying to breathe so his words don't register. Every breathe becomes difficult but I keep my body as relaxed and loose as I can fighting with death.

"A little mention of his wife and he ended my fucking career. I wonder what will happen if I kill her~", he says as he squeezes my throat. I can't even hear him anymore. I can only see his lips moving, the thumping of my heart is loud enough to drown out all the noises.

I finally raise a shaking hand and grab his, making him hold my throat in a death grip. I was a mafia's wife for fuck's sake, I wasn't giving in this easy, even if I died here, I was taking the son of a bitch down with me. Funny how I cared about my pride more then my life. Before unconsciousness falls over me, I manage to get my words through.

"Rot.....in h-hell.", I say and with the left over energy, and element of suprise, I grab the gun out of his hand and before darkness covers my vision, I shoot him right in the middle of his forehead.

TBH