Just Surviving (BWWM)

Chapter 4: Prisoner

Chapter 4: Prisoner

"W-w-what are you saying?"

Be cool, M. Be cool.

"Playing dumb?"

My eyes are locked on the drugs. "This isn't mine," I whisper.

"It was in your bag. You telling me you don't own this shit," his voice rasps, filled with anger and his Greek accent.

My eyes widen, I shot him a look. "You looked through my things?"

What was I gonna do?! Kostas found the drugs in my bag. My drugs. There was no point in lying to him...he could read me like an open book, always has.

He slowly shook his head, it was like he was staring back at a lower being. Less than a peasant. Less than scum. "That's not going to work. I know that coke is yours, you can't fake shit with me," he snickered for a very quick nanosecond. How could he find this a tad bit amusing?

Oh wait that's right, my misery would always be amusing to him.

Jerk.

There was also no point in convincing him I had a valid reason for doing this either. Kostas was a man of ethics, morals, and values; there was no rationalizing with the man when it came to things like this. End of story.

Like a bipolar switch, he unexpectedly took a serious turn when he realized my silence was non-negotiable. "What are you doing with this, Mía? Better yet, what are you thinking?! Are you that desperate for money?!" He almost sounds sincere, like he cares. Almost.

A couple of years wouldn't change his feelings towards me, I know it. His actions in the past...they say so. He hates me. We hate each other.

"It's none of your business! Who do you think you are asking me all these questions, huh? My mother?!" I retort back.

"No, I'm the man who had to beat the shit out of a guy who tried to rape you. All the while you were out during late hours of the night fucking around, getting into trouble, I was the one who rescued you!" He fumed. "But, I do think your mother would have a lot of questions to ask about the nature of your physical condition as well as why you never came home."

I gulped. Nothing I could say now would compare to what he just said. He was very, very right. And the mofo was ready to snitch on me to my mother. However, he was wrong about one thing; I wasn't fucking around, I was trying to make a living. I just couldn't tell him that, he couldn't know. Kostas was a heartless man and probably forever would be, why should he know? Why should he even care?

"Yeah...she must not know if you're looking like that." He leaned forward to observe my face more closely. My head turned away and I bit down on my lip feeling nervous and slightly ashamed. "Late nights and she hasn't even questioned it?" He raised a brow as if impressed. "So what was your excuse?"

I didn't answer.

"Tutoring, most likely. Have your grades been dropping?"

For a second, then it stopped. I'm back on track, I swear.

"I don't understand how she could believe that then. You should be graduating this spring. I don't see that happening when all your priorities are going to shit," he said, traipsing to his couch.

I've heard enough. He knows nothing. I'm close to getting all my requirements for graduation in order. I'll graduate on time. Therefore, he can't lecture me.

"Look...just stop, alright? I am very grateful that you saved me from that man, Kostas, let's leave it here."

He sat in the sofa area right in front of the bed."Relax, Mía. I'm only saying you're going about this the wrong way," he smirked. "You can't win both. Either you fully pay for Sofia's cancer treatment and fail school or you graduate...and fail Sofia."