Mafia Mate

Chapter 14: Got Away

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Chapter 14:
Got Away

Tears were threatening to spill at any moment as I drove home, my vision was becoming blurry, there was a huge lump in my throat that I could not swallow down. My bike started to feel wobbly, I was a mile from home, I just had to stay steady so I could get home safely. My shoulders started shaking from the sob waiting to be released. The bike becoming even less steady, I knew if I didn't control the bike soon I would fall. Just a half mile from home I stopped my bike at the side of the road.

I sat there and tried to calm down by taking deep breaths, just as I stopped shaking I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to see the forest, but standing there was Xavier in wolf form. He stood there just staring, he looked concern. His head was tilted to the side, looking like a cute little puppy. I looked away and quickly drove off to my home.

When I got to the house, the two guards that were standing by the gate came towards me when they saw me. They probably saw me trembling and the bike wobbling. One of them picked me up bridal style while the other turned off and parked my bike. The one carrying me took me inside, men were everywhere, but they quickly made way when they saw me being carried. They knew I would never allow myself to be carried, ever, not even when I had stepped on glass and had to walk with the painful cuts under my foot.

They knew this must have been the worst possible pain I had to be going through in order to be carried. And it was the greatest pain, emotionally where no one could do anything about. Even when I saw their suppose bodies it wasn't this bad. But the feeling of betrayal by a loved one was worst than anything. To have given all your trust and unconditional love to them and for them to just crush it in their hands as if it were nothing.

I bit my lip harshly, trembling, praying that the tears or a sob wouldn't come out. Just as the man holding me was about to enter the elevator to bring me up, my father came out of the kitchen. He took one look at the scene before him and walked towards me. He looked furious, he took me from the man's hold and entered the elevator. He stayed silent the ride up, keeping his gaze on the doors in front of him. My arms were wrapped around his neck and my head laying on his shoulder.

My body was trembling from the sobs waiting to come out. Tears were already slipping down my cheeks, I couldn't help it. I tried breathing and calming myself down, but it only made it worse. The elevator stopped in the hospital floor, where we had our own doctors to heal us when we got hurt on missions. As father walked out holding me, everyone stopped and stared at me.

"Don't just stand there! Help her," my father yelled angrily.

A nurse brought a bed for me to lay on and soon I was surrounded by many doctors. One was checking my breathing, while another was checking my pulse, another looking for a wound and who knows what the other doctors were doing. I felt suffocated, there was nothing wrong with me physically, the doctors couldn't help me.

They looked for a wound for a few more minutes, then suddenly my blood was being drawn to see if I was injected with anything. Then I was moved to an X-Ray room to take X-Rays to see if it was something with my bones. Then I was moved to another room where they used the ultrasound machine to look into my stomach to make sure I didn't eat anything. Then they did god knows what to check my heart and brain. After what seemed like many hours, I was placed in a normal hospital room with my father standing next to the side of my bed and a doctor standing at the end of it.