The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Chapter Twenty-Five: Endless Determination

So yeah I am the worst writer of all history. The Mafia's bride was my very first book on Watt-pad and I can't even bother to finish this story. How pathetic right? I'm sorry you guys, I'm a very, very, lazy person but you already know that don't you? Anyways I know half of you love this book out of all my stories and I've only been creating one after the other. So I'm sorry for being gone for long from this book. I will start updating on this story as soon as I get home from school today. 

Until then stay cool and don't start WWIII.....don't ask. =)

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It's like reliving a nightmare. A nightmare that seemed almost too real to be living in. I stare up at the ceiling with a shadow covering my face. It's been two days since my encounter with Chip and his two asshole friends who jumped me behind Cold Stone.  And Jonah hasn't been at school lately either. I think he's planning some kind of attack with the other kings. But it's hard to think with the questions in my head. 

How much did Jonah love Courtney?

Did he miss her?

.....Would I end up like her?

I sigh and swing my legs from over the edge of the bed and make my way to the bathroom. Might as well take my mind off things. Miranda texted me earlier in the day. Apparently the police are increasing their security patrol round town starting today. Chip and his gang have made themselves known to the people of Charlotte. And if the police are needed then shit must be going down south. I turn the faucet on and let the hot water rinse through my purple and blue locks.

It feels nice, being relaxed, being able to let go. But my heart keeps pulsing rapidly for my boyfriend safety. How he might end up hurt again. How he may not come back or end up in the ground like his ex-girlfriend. After  I deem myself sane and calm enough, I cut the water, pull back the curtains and reach for the fluffy red towel waiting for me.

I'm about to pick up the elastic band on my vanity sink when a knock at the door sounds. "Pry, you done crying yet?" I almost want to flick my little sister off but my mouth won't move to tell her to get out of my room. She can be a complicated brat when she wants to be but I feel like she's here for a different reason. I press my back against the door separating the two of us and take a deep breath. "I thought you were working on a science project at your friend's house." Ellie huffed on the other side and says instead, "We finished earlier. Besides you've been acting weird and mom's worried about you." It's awkward hearing her talk like this.

Did aliens kidnap my baby sister? I roll my eyes and turn to grab and twist the knob.. "If you have a camera waiting for me on the other side I will kill you." I promise her with venom in my tone. She doesn't respond but somehow I'm able to trust her. When I go to the drawer looking for a pair of shorts and a clean shirt, she chills on my bed, looking me up and down. "You look like a pervert doing that," I say with a shrug.

Ellie crosses her arms, she is clearly not assumed. I always wondered which one of us took after mom the most. Looks like she wins the battle. "Stop avoiding the subject," she states with a bored expression. Did mom and dad send her up here to talk to me? Maybe this is a way to get siblings to fix each other's problems without involving their parents. Pretty clever, I'll give them that much. She shifts on the bed, wearing worn faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail fixed with a purple elastic band.

I roll my eyes and after slipping on a clean shirt from the closet, I make my way to the bed and plop myself down with crossed arms and legs like a five year old child again. Ellie gives me a hard look and firms her lips together. "So did you fight with your boyfriend....what's his name again, Jonah?" I crank my head from side to side, willingly and unwillingly to spill the beans that easily. "Not really," I decide to be simple and yet honest at the same time. He doesn't call me, doesn't come over to make I'm not having a meltdown over what happened two days ago.