His Girl

18 ~ Alleviando

Courtney's POV

I look across at Malcom scrolling through his phone. I'm so bored. I can't sit still for this long! Why did Luca send me out here? And with the most boring person on the planet? What is Luca doing? God I'm so bored!

I hear a phone buzz and turn my head to see Malcom sitting on the couch staring at his. He sighs and walks over to me. What is he doing. He unclips the cuffs and drags me back over to the couch.

"How do you know Andre?" He asks. I flinch at his name. Why did he have to ask me this question? Surely he heard Andre yell.

"Are you gonna answer me?" I look up to see his green eyes looking down at. He must be only a few years older than me.

"God dammit! Luca wasn't wrong! Can you fucking answer the question? How do you know Andre?" He snaps.

"He k-kidnapped me." I mumble. Why do I have to relive this nightmare?

"Ah! You were the one Andre kept bragging about." I swallow hard. Tears were on the verge on slipping down my cheeks.

"You know he won't do anything, right?"

"And how am I suppose to believe that?" I snap. "He fucking killed my brother! He killed my brother right in front of me! He's a murder, rapist, kidnapper and you're telling me that we won't do anything!" More tears threaten my eyes but I blinked them back. I have to be strong.

I feel Malcom stare at me but I look off the balcony. The view is really nice. Why out of all the people in the world did Andre have to be here? I think I would of preferred Junior! Whoa, what am I thinking? I think I'd prefer to chop my head off. I couldn't keep the tears in anymore. They flowed down my cheeks. I try to wipe them away but more just came. There goes being strong.

I feel strong hands around me but I didn't look over. There probably just going to drag me somewhere else. When I wasn't dragged anywhere, I look over to see Malcom's hands around me waist. This is kinda creepy. Maybe everyone has dissociative identity disorder? Could explain a lot. One minute they're being nice and the next they are swearing their heads off at me. Could definitely explain a lot.

"Just put the past behind you." He mutters in my ear.

That is when I fumed. How the hell am I suppose to put the past behind me? I've been kidnapped by the Italian Mafia, don't even know where I am, meet my worst nightmare again, my boyfriend is dead and my two younger sisters have cancer and I can't be there for them!

"Oh yeah, I can totally put the past behind me! I can totally forget what Andre did to me! I can just forget he killed my brother in front of me! I was twelve years old! Only twelve fucking years old when I had to watch that monster shoot my thirteen year old brother. He was only thirteen and was killed by some psychopath. I can completely forget that these cowards shot my boyfriend in the back and kidnapped me. I can just forget about all my siblings. I can just forget about them while I'm stuck here with psychopaths! I'm completely cool that my two younger sisters are battling cancer and I can't be there with them! Yeah, I can totally forget everything and everyone in my past!" I wriggle from his grip. "Excuse me, I'm just going to put all that behind me and move on with my shitty life!"

He grabs my hand as I turn to leave and swings me back towards him. I didn't hesitate. I slap him in the face and take off running inside.

I hear yells from behind me but I just made a beeline to the bedroom. Why the fuck is my life so shitty? I see a lock on the bedroom door and immediately lock it. I walk over to the bed and sit down on it. Why am I stuck in this position. I start massaging my temples. Why did I have to get kidnapped by these psychopaths?

I hear banging on the door but ignore it. Luca had keys to open the door. Why even bother banging on the door?

"Courtney! Open the door! Courtney? Open this fucking door right now! Courtney, listen to me. If you don't open this door right now, there will be consequences."

Why don't you open the door with your keys? What are your consequences? Beating the shit out of me? Killing me?

I look over at his bedside table and gasp. The date is what? No, no, no! That can't be the date! It isn't the date! Can it? Is it? As I looked closer at the alarm clock I realise Luca's keys were lying next to it. That's why he's so frustrated. He can't get in here. But that really is the date?

Well, happy ninth birthday, Megan! And today is also the day my mum died, nine years ago. This is the best way I've spent Megan's birthday! Tears slowly slide down my face.

God, I'm the worst sister on the planet! Mum's death was my fault, Marcus' death was my fault, Lucy's death was my fault. Brody's death was my fault. Amelia's disappearance was my fault as well. And if Megan and Hanna lose their battle with cancer, that's my fault as well! Everything is my fault! I'm just a disgrace to this family! Lucas' disappearance was probably my fault as well. My thoughts were interrupted when I hear a loud crash and Luca was standing at the door with his gun pointed at me.

"Get up!" He snaps and motions to the door. I slowly get up and walk out of the bedroom and into the lounge room. He follows me and jabs the gun barrel into the back of my neck.

"Keeping moving!"

I just stood there.

"Move!"

I still stood there.

"Moving your ass!"

I still remained standing there.

"Moving your fucking ass right now!"

I still stood there, not moving.

He moves the gun from my neck to my head and walks around to face me.

"Are you going to keep moving or will I have to make you?" He smirks.

I still stood there and shrugged.

He pushes me onto the floor and kicks me in the stomach.

"You know, Courtney, you've been a very naughty girl. And naughty girls need to be punished."

I didn't say anything, I just look at the ground.

"God dammit! Why the fuck are you so quite?" He's definitely got dissociative identity disorder.

"Dammit Courtney! I'm not going to hurt you, talk to me!" He's holding a gun at me but saying he's not going to hurt me? What is his problem?

"W-why a-are y-you hold-holding a g-gun at me?" I whisper.

Then Luca did something to really surprise me.

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What do you think Luca did? Sorry for the cliffhanger. The next chapter is going to be looking at James' point of view. And thank you so much for 199 reads and 15 votes! I would also love to hear your feedback as this is my first story.

- Bethany x