LUCI

17 - Treachery

Treachery

~ Violation of faith, betrayal of trust, treason ~

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*Mature subjects referenced*

Okay so I think I've hit rock bottom. I'm currently in a room, that makes the cell I was in earlier look like a dream. This is a concrete floor with a few bits of something that looks cardboard that are supposed to be walls. I've been beaten so much that I cannot see out of one of my eyes. I have been crying for who knows how long because I don't understand what I ever did to my mother to maker her feel this way about me. I thought she was the one person in the world who loved me more than anything but it turns out she despises me more than Satan himself. You know, now I think about it, she probably is friends with Satan or maybe she is Satan.

I've never felt more alone.

Whilst I was in my mothers office she told me that to get to Luci she had to destroy me. I didn't, and still don't, understand how destroying me is going get to Luci.

After I was beaten by at least 10 of my mothers men, photos were taken of me. Apparently they needed to show Luci how much I've been hurt. My mother told her men that they could pretty much do whatever they want to me. I'm terrified because I don't know when or how they're going to hurt me. Every time I hear a noise, I flinch.

There is dried up blood on my t-shirt and oh I may have forgot to mention that there is a stab wound in my arm. I wouldn't stop screaming so this bitch ass of a man stabbed me, which obviously made me scream more.

I just want my brother to hug me and tell me everything is going to be alright and I want Luci.

My feelings for him are so confusing. I like him - a lot but I don't ever see it going anywhere. He's the fucking leader of the Italian Mafia. He doesn't do relationships. I like to think that he has feelings for me too. I mean we haven't know each other for that long but I've never had this pull towards someone before. 

Look at me! I'm sat here locked in a room, bleeding and crying, but I'm thinking about some boy instead of worrying about myself. Ugh. Boys are annoying.

I know that they are looking for me. They must be. My brother has to at least be worried and I did save Nico so he must be a little worried too. Maybe I'm over-thinking this. Maybe they don't even care. Maybe this was their plan all along, to use me. The probably are just tricking my mother into thinking that they care.

They don't care about me.

I hug my knees tighter to my chest to muffle the sounds of my crying. If I cry then they beat me up. I'm quickly bought out of my thoughts when there is a loud bang followed by a mans voice. "Eat up Bitch"

I look up to see a man that looks tall and muscly just like every other Mafia man. He kicks a tray, that contains a sandwich, closer to me. I'm starving but the thought of eating makes me want to puke. I have pain everywhere which is making everything I do make me feel sick.

"You need to eat cause who knows how long it will be before you get something else"

"Why are you being weirdly nice to me?" It may not seem like he is considering he called me a bitch but that's nothing compared to what I've put up with for the last 3 days. Oh my god! I've been here for at least 3 days! I feel like I'm never going to get out of here.

I literally am over-reacting about everything right now. If my brain had emojis it, I would be using the laughing one. I'm a mess. This guy has barely done anything and I think he is Jesus.

I don't even think I'm making sense anymore. Ugh.

"Just shut up and eat. I'll be back soon" After that he left with a wink.

I miss the way things used to be. I miss how they were last year. I didn't know that my brother was alive, I didn't know who Luci was, I didn't know my father. Most importantly I didn't know who my mother really was. Although my brother was missing, I was decently happy. I had a few friends, a boyfriend, a life.

I wonder whats going to happen when I get out of here, if I get out of here.

I crawl over to the sandwich that has been staring at me for the last few minutes. I grab it and take a huge bite, moaning as I do.

"I know something else that can make you moan like that" the voice from earlier says. I look up and see him standing by the door, an obvious bulge in trousers. I put the sandwich down and look up at him.

"Please don't" I say as he walks closer to me, a devilish look in his eyes.

"Unfortunately I can't touch you like that, bosses orders" he takes another step towards me, leaning towards my ear. "But if you moan like that again I might have to disobey the boss" he whispers and I can sense the smug smirk on his face. My body cringes at the thought but I'm glad my mother has some decency. At least she won't let a man rape me. Maybe she does still have some motherly feelings towards me.

"Come on dude! Boss wants her in the office" Another mans voice shouts before he enters the small room.

Before I can protest, I'm picked up by the two men. They drag me out of the room, my feet dragging along the floor - cutting them in the process. I hold back my small whimpers of pain because I don't want to get slapped anymore. They finally let me walk when they realise I haven't got the energy to run away from them.

I'm taken up to the office door that I was in a few days ago. One of the men, I'm going to call him dude because thats what the other guy called him, knocks on the door. They shove me inside when my mother tells them to enter. Dude and the other guy, were going to call him freckles because of his freckles, are gripping onto me so I can't move - not that I have the energy.

I move my eyes away from the floor to look up at my mother stupid ass face. My eyes trail from my mother to the man who is sat on the chair opposite the boss. I've never even so relieved to see someone in my life.

He's sat there in his typical stunning suit. He turns his head as I let out a small cry of pain because freckles grabbed my stabbed arm too hard. I look him in the eyes and I'm pretty sure a tear falls down my cheek. I'm just happy to see someone who seems like the remotely care about me.

"Aww such a heart warming reunion" My mother taunts.

"Let's just get on with this" Luci grunts whilst giving me an apologetic look. He turns back to face my mother and she has a smug grin on her face. How have I never realised that she's evil?

"I've been looking forward to this. Boys, you know what you need to do" She smiles at Dude and Freckles. They shove me on the ground and then back away. Luci stands up and my mother hands him a gun. Sorry, did I just see that correctly.

A GUN.

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This chapter may be a little confusing but it's Emma's train of thought. Her brain is confused right now and that's how the chapter came out.

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