Affection from a Mafia

Chapter Eight

I never left that room after that day. When Xander died, my hope of freedom died with him. I was driven to school and walked into the building every day. So many other students looked at me with sad eyes. No one spoke to me. I was nothing but tears that whole week. Lucifer allowed me to call my foster mother when I got home to let her know I'm okay.

"I'm fine," I told her. "I'm with my dad. I'll come back soon." Then I hung up. I couldn't bare to hear her crying voice. I knew I was hurting her and my foster brother. Not only were they being hurt, I was being hurt. My life was total chaos. I knew it would only get worse. The only way it could all end was if I died. There'd be no pain for me, but I wasn't ready to put myself or anyone else through that. And the more I run, the more trouble will follow me. I looked at the calendar on my phone. It was the end of October.

Ever since my kidnapping that took place a month and a half ago, I wondered what would become of me. I was a prisoner. I was being held against my will. And for what? My dad? The one person I need to help me in this life or death situation? It was all for nothing. My dad was nothing to me. He never was.

I then remembered the ring. It was only yesterday when I slammed it on the vanity. I walked over to it and picked it up, fidgeting with it. It was a beautiful ring. Then a memory flashed through my head. I remembered seeing Xander being killed before my very eyes, my screams of terror as he reached out to me while falling to his knees as Lucifer hauled me away. Suddenly, I threw the ring back down on the vanity. It spun around on the band and gently rolled to a stop.

I slowly backed away from it. Knowing it was from a killer made me want to die more. I shook suicide out of my head, and slipped into bed and hugged the pillow next to me. I decided to check my snapchat. When I opened it, the first post was from Ajla. She posted a picture of her crying eyes. The caption said 'Rest in Peace'

with a heart emoji. I opened the Sunset high website. When it fully loaded, a second screen appeared. It said there was a recent loss at the school.

'Xander Perez was a magnificent student. He was a part of many programs. Friday, September 12th, he was killed on school grounds. Police are trying to find the person who committed this terrible crime. We also have officers at every entrance to the building. Students will be protected.'

I decided to use this to my advantage. It was Saturday, I had to wait until Monday. My plan was to run straight into school when I got there, and tell a teacher everything I knew. I only hoped they would believe me. I turned my phone off and set it on my nightstand. I sighed and shut my eyes. A few minutes later, I fell asleep, letting my stress melt away.

I did not wake until the next morning. I sat up just as my door shut. I then noticed a tray of food. Lucifer tried to get me to eat with him at dinner, but I refused. Instead, he had Corrina bring my food to me. It was clear his understanding of my furiosity towards him.

I crept towards the tray, lifting the metal lid off. Upon the tray was a bowl of oatmeal, a glass of milk, a bowl of sliced banana, and a little bowl of brown sugar. I assumed the banana was for the oatmeal, so I mixed them in with a spoon that sat next to the sugar. As I ate I called my friend Sean. The last time I saw Sean was over spring break while I was still in Arizona. I lived in Arizona, but visited California. The last time I saw him, he had brown hair and green eyes. He was lean, yet slightly muscular, and he was my first crush. I still blush and get all jittery when I call him.

"Hey, Arizona." I could see his smile in my head, and I blushed.

"Joke's on you, Yorkie. I'm in Oregon." I smiled.

"Awww. Damn. They dragged you all the way there? You're even farther now."

"I know. Sucks, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"So, I need to ask you a question." I took another bite of my breakfast.

"Shoot."

I sighed. "Did you know about Xander?"

"Who, now?" I knew he was lying. He was always a terrible liar.

"Sean."

"Honestly! No idea who that is!"

"Sean, you irish bastard! Tell me the truth!"

"Okay! Okay! Yes, I know of him!"

I was appalled. "You didn't tell me because why?"

"You see, Yvette, I overheard your mother twelve years ago when she first put you in for foster care. It was at the christmas party. She was talking to my mother and father. I wanted to ask my mom a question, but I paused and listened at the doorway. When your mom said she didn't want you to know, I mentally promise I wouldn't say anything either. Besides, I couldn't. You had already moved."

"You could've called me. My mom gave you my number once I turned fifteen and got a phone." I mumbled into the phone.

"That really wouldn't have been the way to do that. Just a random phone call that's just like 'Hey! I've known for like eight years or some shit that you have an older brother! Surprise!'"

I knew he was right. He and I both knew in person was better than over the phone. Sean still didn't know my brother was deceased.

"Sean, did you know Xander?"

"A little. Not very well, though."

"Well, I only ask because something terrible has happened,"

I paused.

He could tell I was sad. He asked the question I dreaded of answering as I finished my food.

"What happened?"

I then told him. "Xander was...killed."

As soon as I spoke the words, he was silent. I took all my strength to not cry. I needed to stay strong. Then he spoke.

"I'm so sorry, Yvette." He said.

"Sean?"

"Yes?"

"I wish you were here. I really need my best friend right now."

"I know. I wish you were back here."

I sighed. "I wish I was, too."

"Okay. I have to go, Yvette. My uncle needs me for something. High fives. Whoopish."

"Whoopish." I smiled a little bit.

The phone call ceased to continue. I hung up.

I put my phone down and I was suddenly sad again. I hid my face in my hands, and sobbed.

"Whoopish.." I whispered to myself.