Surviving The Mafia

Part 21

Part 21

Satisfied that I had put my captor out for good, I skipped back to my room. Now Severon would know he made a mistake, and would never bother me again. And now, I was left with two problems. The first one was to get out of this island which did not have candies, and second, I needed to get my sister back. God knows what she would be going through, I hoped she was okay. I swear if anything happened to Maril, I would chop off Severon's body into tiny little pieces and feed it to my pet, Gummy, which was a fish. But in order to do that I needed a pet fish, then had to chop Severon off, not necessarily in that order.

"Hey Ren—" I had expected to see Renzo in my room, but my grin froze when I saw the brooding cousin. "Adone hi."

"Where is Severon?" He demanded, standing up from the bed, and marching over to me.

"He's outside, getting burned alive," I answered.

His eyes narrowed. "Why is he not here?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Why would he be in my room? It's my room for a reason. And I told you, he's outside. And what kind of a best friend are you, you don't even know where your friend is," I said.

"Well unlike you, I actually have friends," he snapped.

Ouch. That hurt.

"I have friends," I defended, my heart clenching. He was right, I had no friends. Renzo was my friend...at least he said he was my friend, but he was in a difficult position. So I couldn't really call him my friend, could I?

"Really?" Adone raised his eyebrows. "Are any of them not stuffed or imaginary?"

"My bears are just a part of my group of friends," I argued.

"So in other words, you've got no friends," Adone stated.

Tears pricked my eyes but I did not let them fall. "Go away!" I hissed.

"Oh I will. I am going to go and find my friend. You know, the one who is real," he mocked before striding out my room.

Only once Adone was out of my room and I was alone did I let my tears fall. Who told him that I had no friends? Was I that horrible or was I that transparent? Did he know how people blamed me for my parents' death? I tried to make friends, but nobody ever liked me. People always called me a pack of crayons. I tried to be nice to them, but nobody wanted to be my friend.

It was only when I felt the wetness on my cheeks did I realize I was crying. I tried wiping my tears away but those little brats kept escaping. One after the other they fell, soaking my cheeks.

People thought I was obsessed with bears because I had no friends. They didn't know me, and they thought they had the right to judge me. Those bears, my collection of stuffed bears was precious for a reason; a reason people failed to understand because they thought I was crazy. The reason I talked to those bears was because I felt like I was talking to the one person who I loved most in the world. But nobody knew that, and just like Adone, they thought I was whack job with an obsession with teddy bears.

"Hey Kelsey," Renzo said from behind me.

"Renzo, hi." I tried wiping my tears with the back of my hands, I didn't want Renzo to see me crying like this.

"Hey, are you okay?" He came around and caught me wiping my tears. Concern flashed in those warm irises before he gripped my shoulders gently.

I nodded. "I'm fine, something went in my eye, that's all," I fibbed.

"Don't lie to me. Tell me what happened," he ordered softly.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine." I shook my head, but I could tell he didn't believe me.