Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Life Is Different

Francisco
Four Months Later

I felt the pen pieces crumbling in my hand. I released my fingers off the pen, I looked at the palm of my hand, not too deep of cuts, but there were some small cuts.

Her voice still rung in my head. Sage's broken and cracked voice, due to fear. Blinked for a long second to see myself shoving everything onto the floor. As it shatters. I opened my eyes.

I hear the office door open. I looked up to find Martinez and Dakota. Martinez had given me a strange look. But resumed back to his regular poker face.

"Here's two packages and one letter." Martinez says putting the letter onto my desk as Dakota puts the two packages on my desk.

"Who is it from?" I ask as they turned to leave. Martinez turns towards me.

"Just read the stamp." Martinez answers. He opens the door leaving with Dakota. They closed the door. I grabbed the small white envelope.

Ripping the flap off. I see a nice baby blue card. Nice? Cards? It was a blank blue cover. I opened the card to find a long written letter, in good handwriting.

Which looked famously familiar. But I could not tell who it was from. I started from the very top, which had sprinkles of sparkle. My eyes tried to skim across the words, but it was written in cursive.

I stopped and started from the top.

Dear Francisco,
Probably haven't heard from me in a while. Right? Well do you wanna cookie? Thank you for sending me off the Russian's. They have shown me to be more strong and not to be weak. Also things are quite different over here than back there. I finally gotten a job at this café. I wish you the best. Hope you found someone who had no relation with the mafia work at all.
Lovely Sage,

As my eyes trailed the last sentence. I could see where the suspiciously the handwriting changed, it became less formal. It was still in cursive, but not in the same exact font as the one above.

em pleh dna emoc esaelp ,ocsicnarf

Not in a different language or anything. But it didn't make sense. I figured out the pattern from the two first words. 'Em' forwards was 'me' and 'pleh' towards was 'help'. The last sentence was in backwards.

I finally sorted out the letters on the envelop, the results were, "Francisco, please come and help me." That could've meant, someone else had written the top and bottom.

I turned the envelop and found the address, hoping it would reveal where the Russians were hiding out. The address was just to the estate, our estate.

Sage

"Please, don't hurt them." I said to Nikolay. Who was gathering his guns, ready and prepared for two Italians. Trying to get resources, but were caught by Marco.

Marco, that boy from the grocery store. Who Francisco and I encountered. He was the one who sedated me and took me here. I never will think of him as that one guy who helped me take out of the grocery cart, ever again.

"I thought we made you stronger than that. I guess that was bullshit." Nikolay says bluntly.

"No, I am. But you can't just hurt people left and right." I reply. He looks up from filling up the silver pistol with ammunition. He slaps me.

Causing a strong sting on my skin. He glares at me, only to reveal an evil smile among his face. I reached up to rub my now numb cheek.

"We will have a fucking discussion about this later." Nikolay says, he bursted out in laughter as he puts his gun into his pocket. "I thought we taught you to get over Martinez and his pep rally."

"You are hurting two innocent guys. Just free them, please." I begged.

"Innocent? Inno-fucking-cent! They were searching around the front of estate. That's not polite, especially on private property. Not only that, but they work for Martinez. Don't worry, I'll go fast." Nikolay says with a humongous smile among his face.

Without any hesitation. He opens his office door, walking out. I see two members standing besides the door which was across Nikolay's office.

Probably two of his members, I never learned their names. Even past the months I've been here. Sadly that reminded me of the fact, I spent my birthday alone in my bedroom.

Exiting from the living room, Alessandro and Marco walk towards the room that Nikolay had entered into.

Alessandro, one of highest position in the Russian mafia. He got all the good stuff and had the ultimate trust of Nikolay. He was the ultimate perve. He would always walk by Kimberly, while she was in her maid outfit. He would always look her up and down.

Each time he had done that, my stomach churned. As they both entered into the room. I felt so much relief being poured on me. The two men from the outside entered into the room. Closing the door behind them.

I hear them lock the door. Walking away from the door, as I see the flight of stairs. Hurrying up them as I didn't want to hear the screams and cries.

Entering into my bedroom. I shut the door behind me. Walking over to my desk where there was notebook and some envelops scattered everywhere.

As I hovered over my white desk. I picked up the envelops, storing them into my drawers. Flipping open the first page for my notebook.

Pulling out my pen from the circular holder that carries my writing utensils. My hands quickly wrote across the paper, not in cursive. I am glad I didn't get used to writing in that type of font.

***

Finally completing the long written, full paged letter. I crumbled up the piece of paper. I hear footsteps up the stairs. Panicking, I grabbed the white wooden chair that was seated in.

Placing the chair underneath the only thing I trusted most in this estate, the ventilation. I reached over for the screwdriver. Unscrewing the loose nails from the last time I was up here.

I chucked the piece of paper through the top. I hear it hit the vent floor, grabbing the vent window. Shoving it up. Screwing the nails back on. I hurried down putting the screwdriver back into the drawer.

I sat down in the seat, as my bedroom door opens. It was Marco. He had a wide, but creepy, smile on his face.

"We need you to do something."