The Mafia Boy

Chapter 15

Rachel's POV:
I hate this. I hate just laying in bed all day doing absolutely nothing with my life.

Jacqueline left hours ago since her mother needed her to baby sit while they went on an errand run. Ever since then, Logan hasn't let me out of bed. Not only is he keeping me hostage in my own room, he's also eavesdropping. Logan had set up my old baby monitor from a while back.

"Don't even think about getting up Rach," Logan spoke through the baby monitor.

"I'm not," I groaned as I threw my head back on my pillow.

The static sound went off, signaling that Logan had let go of the button to speak. I sat there on my bed for what felt like hours.

"You know what," I spoke to myself as I sat up against the headboard, "I've had enough."

I attempted my best to get out of bed, making sure I didn't accidentally step on any of the floorboards that creaked.

Once I made it out of my room quietly, I tip-toed down the stairs, making sure there was no noise. The living room was rather silent than usual.

I knelt down on the stairs, my hands clutching the railing to keep me in place. I noticed a figure laid down on the couch. Logan was sound asleep, snoring louder than ever before.

"Now's my chance."

I quickly made my way down the stairs and towards the door, grabbing the spare keys we kept for emergencies, which had the house keys, and right next to it, the keys to Logan's car. I locked the door and walked down the path outside. I needed fresh air.

It was around 6 in the afternoon, the sun slowly setting. The freezing November wind was sending chills down the spine, I had forgotten to grab a sweater on the way out. Luckily, I always kept a sweater in Logan's car, mainly because I always forgot to take it out, but it serves for good use nonetheless.

I hopped into Logan's car and grabbed my sweater from the back seat. I wasn't going to take his car because I didn't want the responsibility of it in my hands. Instead, I began to walk. I didn't know where I was going but I didn't care. I walked down a couple blocks, putting on my sweater the whole time.

"Maybe I'll get some coffee," I suggested to myself as I turned the corner.

After about 3 minutes, I had arrived at Coffee World, the best coffee place around. The parking lot was emptier than usual, mainly because most people were still working at this time.

"Welcome to Coffee World, may I take your order," the rather attractive cashier grinned at me, his white teeth giving off a shine as the light hit them.

"Can I have a Vanilla Iced Coffee please," I looked back and forth between the cashier and the menu on the screen.

Yes that's right, I order cold drinks when it's freezing cold outside.

"Of course love," the cashier placed the order in before giving me my receipt, "I'll bring it to your table right away."

I took it from his hand gratefully and took a seat in a booth. As I waited for my order to be made, I pulled out my phone from my pocket.

*How've you been kiddo?* Ethan's message read.

*I've been better :/*