The Mafia's Flower (ON HOLD)

Chapter Seven

"Hey slow down! Slow down! What happened? What's wrong?" She asked for the millionth time. I ignored her as I had done since I got into the house and attempted opening the door to my bedroom. I'd already had my fingers wrapped around the handle of my door when she pulled my hand back and stopped me. I glared at her, shooting her a sharp look but as usual, she paid it no mind.

"Fiona, what's wrong? Tell me what happened." Belinda commanded.

"Nothing," I lied. "Nothing happened, okay? Now could you leave the way. I'd like to get some sleep."

"No, because something happened that you're not telling me. Did you guys get into a fight? What happened? I thought the dinner was supposed to go well."

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I didn't want to remember it because it annoyed me the more it played over in my head. I didn't want to think about it talk less of speak of it. Why wouldn't she just understand?!

"Belinda, leave the way. I'm seriously not in the mood for this right now." I said in a low tone, trying to contain my anger and not lash it out at her. But she wasn't buying it. Maybe she'd thought I was joking as she came to the front of the door now and blocked the way completely. I felt my irritation rise over my head like a boiling point.

"No. I'm not leaving until you tell me what went wrong." She crossed her arms over her chest and I swear, I felt like throwing her to the floor and lashing out my anger on her.

"Ugh!!!" I groaned loudly, expressing my frustration at her annoying behaviour. This was the last thing I needed right now. Just then, I heard the front door creak open. He's here.

I looked at Belinda and pleaded with my eyes. I certainly didn't want to meet him let alone see him.

"Please, Belinda, please. I'll tell you all about this later but just let me into my room. I don't want to see Michael right now."

"Why?"

"Just please. Move! I promise I'll tell you just not now." He was already making his way up the stairs. I think she'd noticed also because the moment she'd spotted Michael, she'd moved to the side enabling me scurry into my room and shut the door at once.

I held my back towards the door before bolting it tight and holding my chest down from hyperventilation. I definitely couldn't see him now. I couldn't even let him look at me. Everything had gone all wrong because of me.

Belinda had murmured something else but I was too confused and disheveled to even hear it before I heard her footsteps depart slowly. I sat there against the door, with my legs pressed to my chest, I rested my head in between them. I felt like opening the ground to swallow me whole and never to be seen again. How could I have done that? What was I thinking? Really?

I looked up at the window by the edge of the room and replayed back the incident in my head once again. I cringed when I remembered the expression on his face before hitting myself on the head.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stu-

Knock knock.

"Belinda, just go away!" I shouted from my side. Her stubbornness was beginning to irritate me.

"Fiona." The silvery voice beckoned to me from the other side of the door and I almost choked on my own spit. I stayed silent, hoping he would take a hint and just leave. I couldn't bare to see him right now. I was so ashamed of myself. "Fiona, could you come outside for a moment?" He asked softly, gently, the way, just like the way he spoke earlier tonight. Deceiving me and making me believe in false hope which drove me to commit such a stupid act.