Dancing For The Mafia

16

Eliana

"Run."

Bullets began to fly and I quickly tried to undo my cuffs, my body feeling weird as I gained control of my muscles again. My legs shook underneath me and I leaned myself on my chair, my eyes wide in the darkness. I had no clue where to go and I could barely hold myself up. I felt a bullet graze me by my ear and I ducked to avoid getting hit. I felt someone's soft but tight grip on my arm and I immediately knew it was Clarissa. She dragged me against the darkness and I sticked close to her. We passed through the double doors that led to the kitchen, the lights dim but bright enough to see.

My heart fell to my ass at the sight of a gun in my face, "Thought it was your mischievous little friend?" A girl who was not Clarissa was holding the gun to my face and the man with silver streaks was right beside her. He chuckled, "What a shame that you were caught in the middle of all that gunfire."

I couldn't die, not here. I refused to die. Before the girl could shoot I ducked under her arms and forcibly turned her in the direction of the man with silver streaks, the bullet landing straight into his chest, "You bitch!" Was all I heard before I bent the girl's arm back, pulling the trigger so she shot herself in the head.

I heard the doors swing open and I let her go pulling out my own gun, "Don't kill me." Clarissa calmly said and I took my finger off the trigger, my heart pounding crazily in my chest. She looked at the two bodies on the floor, "Not bad princess." I'd only ever killed one time before this, and it wasn't even my choice. I wouldn't even call these kills my choice either, my hand was forced. To make it out here, I had to be the one to shoot first. "Come on, through here." I followed Clarissa holding the gun tightly in my hand as we slowly walked through the kitchen, the dim lights hardly providing enough visual. "Wait."

We stopped at a door at the end of the room, a large EXIT sign above it. I looked around, it seemed like it was the only other door that led out. "What?"

"I haven't gotten the okay." She had a small black device in her hand that had two lights, red and green. The light was currently blinking red as we stood in front of the door. There was a small thump sound from the way we came and I drew my gun not waiting to be caught by surprise, "I need the okay to open this door, we could be walking into a massacre."

I glanced at the device again as anxiety began to eat away at me the longer we stood here. I searched the darkness, "We're about to get massacred here when whatever chaos from inside reaches us." There was another thump sound, "I just want to go home."

"You're not the only one." The light switched to green and relief flowed through my chest at the sight. Clarissa went out the door and I checked behind us one last time before following her.

The minute the door closed behind me I was grabbed from the back. My finger quickly went for the trigger but a strong hand fell on top of my own, keeping me from shooting. "It's me baby." My heart almost stopped in my chest at Patrick's voice in my ear. It felt like a dream, "It's okay Eliana, we're here now."

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I continued to sob in Patrick's chest as we rode home, Peter rubbing my knee as he sat behind me; Elias at the wheel driving us home. "You're safe." Peter continued to repeat but I couldn't find it in me to stop, "We're so sorry this happened to you, I promise you everyone involved in this will die our little dancer."

Patrick fed me water and I tried to take deep breaths to calm down, "How—How long was I gone for?"

"A week." I looked between the boys and their faces became hard, "It took your brother three days to come to us and finally admit that you were kidnapped."