Cause You are Mine

Disaster

A/N: I'd like to dedicate this chapter to babybearsxx. Thank you for voting :)

Her words echoed in my head.

"He is a married man who is in love with her wife and expecting to be a father soon though you.. You are just a mistress to a capo nothing more nothing less. Why do you think he hides you here in this house? Because you are a pathetic excuse of a suicidal person. He pities you and yet you use that pity against him and never refrain to seduce him. You are a whore. That is what you are if it is any help to your search for yourself. I remind you." She slammed the door of the kitchen and left with hatred in her eyes.

I woke up in the morning with pain in my face. The other side of the bed was cold where it supposed be Damien's so I got up to reveal the remaining of yesterdays events.

I was hopeful because he said he loved me at least what I heard or dreamed of hearing which didn't hold any importance anymore. Because I saw the glint in his eyes that showed remorse to the ultimate extent and that was enough for me until I reached the kitchen and heard the murmur coming from Sergio and Vera.

They were talking about my relationship with Damien. How he was supposed to get rid of me and it took a long time to beat me up to make me come to my senses. They both ended the conversation hoping that I would leave soon after that treatment which I deserved for so long.   

I entered the kitchen my head held up high with the oddments of dignity that had left within me.

Vera glared with hatred.

I asked "What's up" nonchalantly.

"I thought you'd be packing after last night" she sneered.

"Why would I do that after his love confession" I was aware of walking on the thin ice yet my pride wouldn't let me to suck it up.

"What love are you talking about?" she mocked me. My curiosity trapped me there and I looked at her bewilderingly.

"Do you think a man comes from love just beats the woman he claims to love so easily? she was snickering openly.

"What you are trying to imply is non of my concerns. Prepare my breakfast. NOW!" I yelled.

"F*ck you. I won't be doing anything like this after what my master told me to do which was exactly to leave you by yourself and make you pack your things up" She said disdainfully which caught me off guard.

"What are you talking about? I whispered.

And then she told me the whole story. I dumbfoundedly left the kitchen and headed to my room.

He was married. Lovingly and expected a baby. Why was I here? I needed to leave this damned place before too late even though I was not sure if it was already so late.

When Sal came in I didn't welcomed him as usual. I just sat on my bed looking ahead to the wall emotionless.

"Hey gorgeous." He whispered while caressing my forehead. My left eye was closed because of the fists he had thrown me yesterday. My face was all in bruises, my lower lip was like botoxed and numb.

"What is the matter dear?" he insisted.

I averted my eyes to the window.

I sighed. "I want to go"

"Well Damien instructed me to make you pack indeed" he said firmly.

"No" I rejected. "I need to leave him"

"Gorgeous you are affected by the disaster that took place last night but I assure you that he is very sorry for his unpredictable actions and wants to make it up to you."

"Are you my friend Sal?" I asked piercing his eyes this time.

"Sure" he laughed. "What kind of a question is that girl?"

"Why didn't you tell me he was married then?"

His eyes became cold. "You wouldn't understand if I ever told you. This is complicated."

"How complicated is it even it to cost my life?"

"No no he was not married when you.. you tried to kill yourself?"

"So after he gave up on me he decided to marry another woman?" I concluded with a heavy stone ingrained in my heart.

"You know what this is not my story to tell." he was getting angry I could see.

"Okay" I surrendered. "I don't have any choice other than to do as been told right?" I asked sarcastically.

He shrugged. "I guess not"

I didn't own much to pack, a couple of clothes Sal brought me and my books and DVDs.

We left the building and drove in a limo to an unknown place for me. I didn't struggle I didn't argue. This feeling was familiar with me. As if I was loosing it again. Something that I clearly remember now. Giving up all. Was I always suicidal? Did I always give up and withdraw even it means to take my life away? I thought that I was mentally sick. Who would have loved a monster otherwise and willingly end one's life so easily. Something was definitely wrong with me.

As soon as we arrived to a big house with three stories I made up my mind. I would never live the life he had granted me. I would either escape this life or give up.

There were half naked women molested by men in suits, guns hanging down their waist who were staring at me in hunger though I was bruised and beaten up good, wearing only jeans and a plain large t shirt.

I didn't ask any questions which I assume caused Sal suspicion but he didn't inquire.

I silently followed his steps up to the staircase. He abrupt in front of a door which caused me to halt without caution.  He opened the door to a plain room with a queen sized bed in the middle. How appropriate I thought for the f*cks of Damien.

I inhaled and stepped in. A man carried my luggage inside. Sal closed the door looking into my eyes in sorrow which I dismissed.

I sat on the bed without feeling a need to unpack. There was no need to do it if I was to escape or die anyway.

My life has become a disaster so far which I hadn't totally embraced before neither was I willing to do it soon.