Surviving The Mafia

Part 15

Part 15

I bit my lip as I stared at the door, wondering if it was locked or not. I really wanted to go out and breathe some fresh air, but I doubted I would get any. Taking a chance, I padded over to the door and turned the knob. Locked. Sighing, I dragged myself back to bed, cursing Severon with every colorful word in my vocabulary. The man really knew how to push my buttons, and right now he was expertly pushing all those buttons that had me fearing him. But I was Kelsey Blake, and I would not go down without a fight. Severon was pushing my buttons, and in turn, I was going to push his.

After the scary words, Severon stayed with me for quite a while before he got up and left. It was only when he left my room did I open my eyes. I wanted to run away there and then, but the door of my room and the window was locked. And since last night, I have been locked in this room, God only knew why. But now, I've had enough. I was going to have to do something, otherwise Severon was going to squash me like a bug.

Searching around, I tried to come up with a way to aggravate Severon. He thought that by pushing me in the water, he had broken me? Brainless dufus! I'd show him. I'd show them all. I just needed a plan. Something to rattle these men's bones. Something colorful! I was glad I had gotten a good night's sleep, because now, I was ready for battle.

Striding in the bathroom, I tried looking for something that would help me color. But the bathroom turned out to be as boring as Severon—there was nothing to color with. The toothpaste was white. The shampoo and conditioner were white. Even the bloody soap was white. I hated white.

Groaning, I jogged out of the bathroom and begun pounding my door. I kept on pounding until I heard Renzo's voice from the other side.

"What is it Kelsey?" He asked.

"Watcha doin'?" I questioned, in my most cheerful voice. He must not know how angry I really was. I had to catch him by surprise.

"Uhh, are you all right?" He enquired.

"I want paints," I demanded.

"Paints?" He querid, confused.

"Yes."

"Why do you want paints?" Renzo asked, as if it was the most absurd request he ever heard.

"Because I'm horny," I answered, sarcastically.

"What?!" He shrieked, flabbergasted. It took everything in me not to laugh out loud.

"Because I feel like painting, duh," I responded.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" God what was up with him and questions?

"How about you open this door and check," I suggested, looking around for something heavy to smack him unconscious with.

"Kelsey. I'm not sure I can arrange some paints for you," Renzo said, apologetically.

"Why not?" I needed paints, this room was so boring!

"Severon is going to kill me."

"Oh? So you're scared of Severon? I thought you were tough, guess not," I replied.

"That's not it," Renzo defended.

"Then what is it? I thought you were my friend, Renzo, but guess not. I guess, I really am alone here." I tried my best to make my voice sound broken and forlorn. I needed Renzo to get those paints for me.

"Kelsey, that is not true. I am your friend," he stated.

"I don't think so. If you are my friend like you say you are, then you will get me some paints. I'm bored and I have nothing to do. If I stay here and do nothing, I will go crazy, Renzo." Maybe I was laying it on a little thick, but I needed to get my point across the wooden door separating us, and over-acting sounded like the only way.