The Mafia's Girl (ON HOLD)

Escape

I woke up on a bed that wasn't my own and then I remembered, I'm kidnapped.

But that's not the case at all. I gave myself to them willingly because:

First, I didn't want to go to that place that's a so called "home".

I know, I know. You guys are asking, "Why would you just do that to yourself? Dumbass." Because. The treatment that I could possibly be getting here is most definitely better than the treatment I get there.

Second, I didn't feel like putting up a fight. Besides, I can't put my c- I mean myself at danger.

When I passed out, I'm guessing they have taken me to their estate of a home they call. The bed was really large. It was larger than a king sized beg. The room was so much larger than that though. The bed looked like a twin bed if you looked at the size of this room. It's probably as big as a house. I went up to see what's in the drawers and it has been filled with Armani Men pants, Men dress shirts, and men Blazers. 'Obviously, it must be a man's room. But who?' I thought. The room colors are very dark, like he doesn't allow light in his life.

It was only the colors of black and grey and white. It's either that he suffers from Achromatopsia or he's just a really dark person and needs to find light.

The thing is.. Is that I am just like him. So much darkness in my life, I might as well live as the shadows.

I tried twisting the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. No point in trying again, so I just went back to the bed.

I only sat on it, I didn't- no couldn't go back to bed.

I'm thinking of an escape plan. If the door is locked then no doubt the windows are too. I looked out of it.

If it wasn't locked then I still wouldn't have jump because we are so high from off the grounded earth.

I would have died on impact of the ground, so that's an absolute no.

What else could I do? Honestly, nothing. All I could do was wait until he comes.

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Three hours later and no sign of the man who "captured" me in this place.

So I decided to do the reasonable thing to do.

I smash the door with my fist and only my fist.

To say it was hard was an understatement. The mahogany wood is thicker than I suspected it to be.

Yeah I wasn't thinking, but I didn't give up. That's not in my nature.

I continued to pound on the door. I heard my wrists and knuckles crack. But did I stop? No, I didn't. I kept pushing myself. It wasn't until then, I saw it split.

That's when I then kicked it open with more force than I intended to, causing the person who was behind the door to be..well, killed by the door and my foot.

The only word I can say is..

Oopsies.

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