Ever so slowly I get up, my joints aching with the movement, I lean on the toilet for support as I reach my full height. With small steps I walk towards the large bathroom mirror, switching the tap on to cold, running my fingers through the steady flow of water and watching as droplets dance along my fingers and into the sink. I stare in a daze at the water for God knows how long, until I finally snap out it. I splash the cold water onto my face, trying to wake up my body. I stare hard and long into the mirror at myself. My face red and puffy from crying, hair looking like iv'e been electrocuted, my night clothes from Devan's crinkled. "Common Annora, pull yourself together girl" I shake my head as I scold myself. Stepping away from the black marble counter and leaving my sorrows in the bathroom, I head to the wardrobe with two goals; a way to escape and a fresh set of clothes.
After changing to a pair of grey sweats and an white simple shirt, I head toward the bedroom door, clasping my hand on the handle, I close my eyes "There's no knight in shinning armor coming to rescue you Annora, you have to do it yourself. There's no backing out now!" After giving myself a little pep talk I tug on the door and watch as the door slowly opens showing me an endless hall way, the hallway is dimly lit as I walk down, the black floor cold of my feet. I move lightly, my legs slightly bent in case i have to show off my non-assassin skills. My heart ponds in my chest, even though Nixon said I could roam freely, why would I trust that bastard, it was probably a trap but I was determined to stay on alert just in case. At the end of the hallway, i see a large spiral staircase in black, just like every other thing in the house. Ever so slowly I descend the stairs. Just as i'm halfway down i hear voices, my breath stops and I panic. I see two guards walk pass the beginning of the staircase. Me being the rational person I am, I crouch down low, knowing perfectly well that if the climb the stairs they will see me. I listen to the heavy footsteps and gruff voices, come closer and closer. I squeeze my hands together, my nails biting into my skin, praying to whatever God there is, that they don't come my way. I watch carefully as a nicely polished black set of shoes step onto the first step followed by another set of black shoes but as they ascend the second step a shrill ringing fills the air, both guards stop before heading the direction they came from.
A slow agonizing breath leaves my lungs, as I let me limbs relax. After a minute without anyone coming back I get up and hurry the rest of the way down the stairs. I take a left down another long hallway and see a set of black double doors, hesitantly pushing them open I find myself in a huge kitchen. "Holy shit" I mutter, my hand slides along the large black marble bench in the center. "My Grams would love this" As the words leave my mouth, I feel a wave of sadness hit me. Tears prick my eyes as I think of Grams and her little corner cafe. The busy days and delicious treats..... My hands curl into fists as anger replaces the sadness. It's because of him, Nixon and his goons keeping me here, that I will never see my Grams or her little corner cafe again. I see plates and glasses air drying next to the sink, rage consumes me as I walk towards the fine china. I pick up the plate in my shaking hand and look over it. "Made in Egypt" I read aloud, my eyebrow raises as I let the plate slip out if my hand. It smashes on the ground "Oops" I fake gasp, the plate makes a loud noise but I don't care. I grab the rack where all the dishes are drying and throw them across the room, on my tippy toes I dance around the broken pieces, humming a soft tune as I make my way to the exit. Skipping down the hallway, a slight smile makes it way onto my face as I see a bookshelf of what can only be described as priceless items.
Laughing to myself as I bang my hip into the side of the self and turning away no wanting to waste another second on Nixon's dumb ass shit. I hear the expensive items smash on the ground and its like music to my ears. I'm surprised no one has come and seen what all the fuss is about but I don't care. All this is Nixon's fault, his actions have lead to this, so I will not feel guilty, hell I feel liberated and I want to do it again. I open the doors to another room with more confidence and I find myself in a fancy living room, I notice a rather expensive looking TV. I walk towards it, I run my fingers along the smooth edge of the screen before grabbing the corner and pushing with all my might, It falls to the ground with a bang. I hear a gasp and I look up. An old lady in a cleaning uniform stands at the door, her eyes look from the now broken TV to me. "Master is not going to be pleases Miss, please stop" She whispers. I shake my head and head towards the bar located in the corner of the room. "That's ironic" I say pouring myself a glass of vodka. I take a big swing before hurling the glass and the left over liquid at the wall." That's ironic coming from you and your pathetic excuse of a master. Do you know what he has done to me? What he has taken from me, huh?" I shout, The old women jumps when the glass smashes , she looks at me in fear before shaking her head.
"That's right you don't, so i think a few broken things is lenient, compared to what Nixon took from me." I voice quietly as I grab the bottle of Vodka before leaving the room but not before smashing up all the liquor remaining. The maid moves out of my way in a hurry when i approach the exit. I watch as she scurries down the hall, probably to her 'Master' and informing him of my whereabouts if he didn't know already. I take big gulps of the Vodka as I walk down another hallway, the liquid burning my throat as tears burn my eyes. I come across a set of patio doors, Smiling I open them and venture out, I walk along the soft grass and look up into the sky, the sun blinding my eyes. I notice movement and look towards it. I see a guard speaking into his ear piece, looking in my direction. Sighing, I take another sip of the Vodka, noticing only a small bit remains. I walk towards the guard, he is still talking into the ear piece when I reach him. "Excuse me" I say, the guard stops talking and straightens up "Yes Ma'am?" His voice is deep and his figure tall and bulky. "Would you mind telling Nixon, to get another bottle of liquor when he comes to get me. Assuming he is already on his way" I smile sweetly at the guard and show him my nearly empty bottle. The guard looked confused for a minute before talking into the ear piece again. "Good Dog" I praise as I continue on my lovely walk.
I wonder for a minute or two and still no sign of Nixon, I look around a notice the guard still following me. I frown, Nixon must be furious with me but where is he? Eventually I come back to the original place I started my walk, the patio. I sigh yet again and take seat on the grass, small tears leak out of my eyes. Gosh, how did I end up here? What have I done to make God hate me so much, that I end up with the Devil himself? As the questions run through my mind, I can't help but feel more sorry for myself, more tears make their presence known on my already tear stained face. "fuck" I whisper into the universe. Something is placed next to me, I turn my head slightly and see another bottle of Vodka laying in the grass. I laugh escapes me as i pick it up. I look up and see the same guard taking a step back. I wipe my eyes "Thank you" I whisper, the guard gives me a small smile "You look like you need it more than the rest of us" He simply replies. I smile at him, before opening the bottle and taking a sip. I lie down, hugging the bottle closer to my chest, I suddenly feel extremely exhausted after my episode, I watch the sky as it moves slowly. I pray to the universe to give me strength to survive what is coming and make my way home again. The Guard clears his throat, I look up at him. "The boss is on his way Ma'am and he's not happy with you. You have two minutes of peace." He says. I nod my head and heave a deep sigh before sculling the rest of the bottle.
"Sweet Annora, you are in lots of trouble young lady. You better hope I don't find you Kitten!"
I hear Nixon's deep voice echo throughout the house and he did not sound happy, a I surprised no, am I scared absolutely. My heart pounds and I suddenly start to regret my choices but there is nothing I can do about it now... apart from run and so that's what I do. I run for my fucking life.
Hello readers, how are we? Sorry for the late update but exams are done and I am officially on HOLIDAYS. More updates coming your way, so stay tuned. Thank you to everyone for reading and don't forget to hit the like button and let me know how you feel about the book by leaving a comment! Also happy December everyone. So as always, see you until next time. xx
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Bad Man
RomanceNixon Lerento is a man who cares for no one, who bows down to no one. He lives in a world where it's HUNT or be HUNTED and he most certainly was not one to be hunted. But what would you expect from a Mafia boss. His cold demeanor, expressionless ma...
