By now I'm furious but he just keeps on talking and saying " your mine, see I brought you here so you could become mine completely, every piece of you is mine and you will know that!"
I can't hold in my anger anymore and before I know it Tristan is staggering backwards towards the closet and I'm sprinting out of the room.
Then it hits me like a tone of bricks... I punched the Mafia king!
Oh my god i am in deep do-do now, he's going to kill me but I'm to young to die, this thought make adrenalin pump through my veins and my speed only increases.
I suddenly crash into a wall and stumble backwards, then I trip and fall down the stairs, and very hastily stood back up pretending like nothing happened.
Only then do I realise the 5 other men around Tristan's age standing in a amazing living room gapping me, I panic and start to ramble "I'm ok, it's okay, I'm totally fine, nothing happened... Absolutely nothing. Ummmm, so yeah hi" I try to style out my very clumsy mistake.
My ankle is throbbing and my wrist feels like it fell of my arm, both injuries are causing me a lot of pain.
They still don't move or even react so I just say "yeah that's me, so I'm just going to go now, okay byyeee"
I try to run away but my ankle is still very painful so I just walk out trying very hard not to limp.
As soon as they can't see me I say "crap that really hurt, awkward!" I try to continue escaping but my foot is to painful so I only make it to seat near me where I fall down and try to look at my injury when I remember that I'm in the home of the Mafia so naturally I panic.
I suddenly think of a brilliant idea and slide of the seat so I'm sitting on my bum and start to shuffle along using my limbs that haven't been injured to badly.
I make it to the end of the corridor when I hear someone clearing there throat behind me.
I slowly shuffle around so I'm now facing the boys that I saw in the living room earlier.
I mutter "crap" and start to shuffle away as fast as I can but I wasn't fast enough as 2 of them grab my arms and carry me back to where they were earlier and put me down on a sofa.
I sat there in silence hoping Tristan wouldn't come down now and find me here, but to my luck *sense the sarcasm* this is exactly when he runs down the stairs.
He storms into the room and I awkwardly say "well hello I was, just umm, you know, doing nothing" I try to lie.
He ignores me and turns to his freinds and asks "what are you doing and what was she doing??"
When one says "we were in here and she just fell down the stairs and when she saw us standing she said hello and that she was going then she just started walking away. That's when we grabbed her and brought her here, by that time you came down. She fell quite badly so should we get the first aid kit?"
He looks back at me and says "you muppet, you shouldn't have punched me and ran and this wouldn't have happened."
He mutters the last bit so his gang doesn't hear him but they still do and start whispering things like "how is she still alive" and "if I did that I would be dead by now."
But I answer him by saying " it's not my fault I don't like you and those stairs weren't there when I first looked, they just appeared.
That bit wasn't my fault but the rest was and it was kind of fun" he curses but before he gets really mad one of the people with a first aid kit comes back and gives it to him.
He tells me to sit back then he try's to take my sock of when I shout "no stop its not that bad just leave it... Please" he doesn't listen and just continues to take it of.
I try not to wince or cry out in the excruciating that I feel in my foot, I manage to stay calm because I keep telling myself 'don't seem week in front of him, don't let him know your week and never ever cry in front of him' when the sock is completely of I hear gasps and Tristan saying "oh my god this looks awful" I look down at my leg and see my foot in the wrong place and it has swollen up a lot and turned a ugly purplely colour. "Well that looks like shit doesn't it?" I question myself.
So cliffhanger... Hope you enjoyed! I'll try to update ASAP.
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