Mafias girl

Chapter 6

Light headed. This is the first thing I feel when I gain conscious. I open my heavy eyelids to be met with a dim bulb lightly brightening the room.

At first I'm confused as to how did I get here. But it doesn't take much time to remember what happened.

Heartache. All my life I had thought I know how it feels. When I used to be mistreated by the people I love, I thought that was heartache. When I distanced my self from the rest of the world and spent all my time and energy trying to please the people I used to call family and failed miserably, I thought that was heartache.

But only now I know what heartache is. Now I know what it feels like. This tight, ugly feeling at the pit of your stomach,this loneliness,this pain in the chest, this is heartache. This feeling that you have nothing, that your empty handed, this is heartache.

But this feeling is soon replaced by fear, by dread, when I remember the last thing that happened before I lost consciousness. I was kidnapped and drugged by some lunatic.

I quickly sit up and realise I'm on a small bed in a very small room. The walls are lightly painted and there is no window. I get up from the bed and move towards the metal door just 3 steps away.

There is no knob on this side of the door. I beat the door with my fists ignoring the pain.

"HELLLLLLP. Somebody please help. Open the DOORRRR" I scream loudly hoping someone will hear.

I continue my assault on the door for a while but get no answer from the other side. By now my throat is raw from all the screaming. Finally giving up I slide down the door with my head resting on it.

How did all this happen to me. Why me? Why does all the shitty things in life happen to me?

I look around for a clock but find none. How long have I been here. I look into my pockets hoping I have my phone but no it's not there. I didn't even had it with me when I ran from the hotel.

Finally losing hope I just sit there at the door. Are they looking for me? My parents. Well technically they are not my parents but what am I suppose to call them. I've always thought of them as my parents, calling them something else feels weird.

Maybe not. They must be happy that they've gotten rid of me. Gotten rid of a burden, a responsibility that had been given to them without their consent. Chloe must be so happy. She has never liked me. I'm not really fond of her either.

I wonder does she know that I'm not her sister. She must have known. I mean I'm 19 and she's 25, six years my senior she must have known. That explains why she treats me like trash.

But to be honest right now I want to get out of the place. Even if it means living with Chloe for the rest of my life.

My train of thoughts is interrupted by sound of the door opening. I quickly stand up and go hide under the bed. What if it's that same ugly guy from that night. The thought makes me shiver in fear and disgust. From my position I see two pairs of feet enter the room.

"Dov'è andata? Abbiamo bisogno di ottenere il suo pronto per l'asta" I hear someone say in Italian.

(Where is she? We need to get her ready for auction)

"Dove Altro puo andare che lei deve essere sotto il leto" I hear the other guy say

(Where else can she go she must be under the bed)

I so wish I could understand what they are saying. From my position I see one of them get to the other side of the bed. I hold my breath hoping they don't find me.