Surviving The Mafia

Part 4

Part 4

Closing the door with a loud slam, I dragged myself to the living room, panting like an exhausted dog. After what I had just done, I deserved a meal loaded with calories. Thank heavens that Severon was now out of my life for good. Once somebody takes him to the hospital, he'll probably forget about me as soon as he woke up, I did hit him pretty hard, it'd bound to have some effect on him.

Now that one problem was out of the way, I could live my life in peace and worry about finding Maril and rescuing her. But first I had to take a long, relaxing shower or maybe a bubble bath since I was all bruised up, and then have a nice heavy meal, then I'd see if sleep would come to me, and in the morning, I would start searching for my sister.

Jogging into my room, I headed straight for my cupboard which housed all my clothes and threw the doors open. My eyes clenched in frustration as I stared at my empty cupboard. Damn it, I knew I should've done my laundry ages ago, but no, I had to be the queen of Lazyville. Oh well, I'd just grab something from my laundry basket and wash it before wearing it. I couldn't believe that stupid criminal Severon didn't bother doing my laundry; I mean, I let him stay here for a few hours, and that was how he repaid me. Ungrateful jerk!

Shutting the cupboard doors shut, I hastily went to where my laundry basket was—in the corner, behind my bedroom door—only to find my Goldilocks And The Three Bears laundry basket empty.

What in the cookie hell! Where did all my clothes go? They were all right here last night. It took me ages to roll up all of my dirty clothes one by one and toss them in the basket while sitting on my bed, and now they were all gone. Wait! Maybe, Severon did wash them. Oh God bless his scary, criminal soul.

With a grin on my face, I marched over to the small balcony of my apartment, where Maril and I hung our clothes to dry, only to find the wires free from any clothing items. There were just a few clothes pins hanging on the wires, but no clothes.

Oh no. No, no, no. Severon wouldn't have done what I think he had. He couldn't possibly have thrown my clothes away! Fuck my crabs, he really had stolen all my clothes.

Trying to believe with all my heart that Severon couldn't have thrown away my clothes, I dashed about my apartment, searching every nook and cranny for my lost clothes. From looking inside the oven to bending low to look under the bed, I failed at finding my clothes.

Fuck my shoelaces, the creepy doctor had stolen my clothes. Now there was one more thing I was going to charge him for when I go to the police.

Since I had no clothes of my own, and I was in desperate need of a bubble bath, I had no option but to borrow one of Maril's outfits. The only problem was, her clothes were off limits to me, and if she saw me wearing anything that belonged to her, she would go ballistic. However, we had come to sort of an agreement that I could borrow any of Maril's outfits as long as they were a year old and only those which were bought from local brand, things she got from Prada and all the other brands were strictly off limits; I wasn't allowed to keep any; Maril loved her clothes, shoes and accessories more than she loved me.

Well your teddy bears are off limits to her. Hell, they are off limits to everyone.

Sighing in resignation, I trudged onwards in the direction of Maril's room. Opening the door I entered into what was a luxurious room. There was not a single thing in the room that wasn't incredibly expensive. From the wallpapers to the clothes in the walk-in closet, everything was expensive. But that's how Maril was, when she liked something, she didn't care abou the price, she just bought it. Back in America, Maril had an amazing job as the PA of an old man who was the owner of the company, so Maril got a hefty salary; and all she did was buy everything she liked—which consisted of clothes, shoes and accessories from high end companies. But she did leave enough for the food and other necessaties. While, I bought teddy bears and anything colorful my eyes caught sight off.