Affection from a Mafia

Chapter Twenty

I didn't think I could go through with it. I thought I would be a scaredy-cat and give up. But no. I did it. I killed myself. Or at least I tried to. Then I heard something. It was like a beeping sound. And I could smell something. I couldn't place what it was, but it was strange. Then I felt myself breathing. My eyes shot opened. I was in a hospital. I sobbed and screamed.

"No! Please, no!" I sobbed and cried more.

Suddenly, mom was beside me. I looked at her, her face wet with tears. She'd been crying. She held my face between her hands and looked me.

"I shouldn't have let you stay home by yourself."

"It's not your fault, mom." I managed to choke out.

"But why would you do such a thing?"

"I just...I was tired of it all. I was tired of life. I wanted it to be over."

She sighed. Then a nurse came in and she had a syringe.

"Are you going to kill me with that??"

She looked at me appalled. "Absolutely not."

"Then don't touch me."

Mom and the nurse exchanged glances. Mom held my arms down and sat on my legs while the nurse came forward with the syringe.

"No! Stop! Let me die! I want to die!" I screamed.

With lots of force, I got mom's grasp off of my arms. I struggled to get my legs free, but I managed.

"I said don't touch me!"

I then remembered where I stabbed myself. I lifted the bottom of my blood stained tank top and felt the scar. I had gotten stitches. I was scared, shaking like hell. Then I heard a voice from the lobby.

"I have to see her! Where is she?!"

"Sir, she's not well."

"She's been my best friend since we were toddlers! I will not stand for you to keep me away from her! Let me see her!"

Then it was silent. Another nurse opened the door, and a young man came in behind her. I squinted. Once I realized it was Sean, I smiled.

"Yvette, you idiot!" He smirked as we rushed into each other's arms.

"Damn irish bastard." I mumbled.

"Language, Yvette." Mom scolded me.

I chuckled. "What're you doing here?" I asked still hugging him.

He spoke as he gave me my phone. "Jacob called me from your phone. He wanted me to give it back to you. He knew I'd want to see you as much as you needed me. My parents put me on a plane. I'm staying with my Uncle Dan."

"Remind me to thank Jacob and your parents later."

He sighed, took both of my hands in his, and looked me straight in the eyes. "Why'd you do it, Yvette? You scared me."

"I'll tell you the exact same thing I told my mom; I was tired of life and I wanted it to be over."

"There has to be a certain reason, Yvette. You can't just say 'just because'."

"I'll explain further one day. Just not now."

"Whatever it is, I know how you can take your mind off of it."

"Oh? How?"

"My uncle always throws a ball at the end of November each year. It's in this mansion in the woods. You should come with me."

I knew the exact house he was talking about. I knew it like the back of my hand. I shivered. "Sure. Why not?" I smiled convincingly.

"Awesome! It's tomorrow night from six to midnight. I have to go now. I'll have my uncle call your foster mom with all the details. See you then."

He waved as he walked out. I called after him. "She's not my foster mom! She's my mom!"

"Whatever you say, Oregon." He called back.

I laughed a little bit and turned back to mom.

"Are you sure, Yvette?"

"I need to get it off my mind, mom. If I want to go home anytime before midnight, I'll call a cab."

"Do you have a dress?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'll have to find it."

Later, once the nurse and the doctor thought I was 'stable enough' --eye roll-- they released me. I closed my eyes when we got in the car.

I looked at my phone and saw multiple texts from an unknown number.

"'Yvette!'" The first one said.

"'Yvette, please!'" The second one.

"'I need you to respond!'" The third one.

Then the fourth one stopped me short.

"'I'm not dead, Yvette!'"

My eyes widened and I gasped a little.

"It can't be," I thought to myself. "Is he really alive?"

I decided to text back. "'Lucifer? Is it really you?'"

"'Yes! It's me! I'm here!'"

"'But Corrina said you had possibly killed yourself after running away.'"

"'I did run away, but no, I didn't kill myself.'"

"'I don't believe it's you.'"

"'Okay. Fine. It's not me.'"

I turned my phone off. Then it buzzed again.

"'I'm not letting you slip away from me. How can I prove it to you?'"

I thought about how as mom pulled into the driveway. When I got inside, I started head to my room but mom insisted I stay downstairs. Suddenly, the front door flew open. In the doorway, he stood there. Then he fell to the floor and faded away. Then my eyes opened.

I sat up and looked around. I was in my room. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my messages. I didn't have anything from the unknown number. I knew it was too good to be true. He was either dead, or he was alive and was never coming back. I wanted to cry, but I controlled myself. It then looked like nothing was going right in my life. It all started to turn bad when I was first put up for foster care. Then it got worse my senior year. The first day of senior year, I find myself face to face with a killer who was also my lover. Then months later, he makes himself absent from my life because of me. I deserved to die, yet I had to stay alive for my friends, family, and myself. I called Corrina.

"Hello?" She said.

"Corrina, it's Yvette. I need you to prepare the ball gown."

I looked down at the ring and kissed it.