The Don's Sweetener [18+]

03

Daily dose of mental health:

You're attitude makes you who you are.

I was taken to a room at random that I was sure of.

The bedding and the furniture was cream and white with a light yellow wall work, and white curtains to cover the large windows.

However, I realized that the hard way that the room was highly equipped with an alarm system, upon any harsh attitude towards it.

After I was pushed inside the room like a card-board box, Sim locked the door after shoving a plate full of expensive dishes to eat toward me, which I threw at his head yelling that I don't want to eat anything.

The bulky oversized guy, flaring with anger locked the door on his way out.

Now I was  hungry and lost.

I was in a house full of mafia men, with no connection to the outer team of police department what so ever, with an empty stomach and a brain that barely wanted to work at this hour of the night.

Can we fall...one more time...stop the tape and rewind...

Urgh!!! Why am I like this?

I eyed the windows for a bit, they were sliding Thai glasses. Alright.

There were no grids. The other side of the window looked over the front portion of the house, however it was not your connected to the main road house. Approx there was an area of...I don't know.

But it would be a long run if I jump from the window and also I was on roughly the third floor. So if I could jump with out breaking my feet, I'd have to run among men with weapons to get to the main gate, until I'll be finally out of this wretched house.

So I slid the windows, mind you I just slid them open and gripped the windowsill, looking down at the height from me to bottom and calculating if I'd leave or die of I jump and I curse realising that it was however a tall building with the hall room talking twice as height as any other floor and a floor below the one I was staying with office rooms.

So technically it was four floors and I had no chance not to break my leg if I jump. So I take a breath and slam the Thai glass that I had slid to open the window and BAM!

The alarm that of like an ambulance goes off. The guard that was standing behind the door of the room I was kept in comes rushing inside, his gun drawn to shoot.

I stand with my hands raised, surrendering.

I mean who knows? When they decide to put a bullet inside and laugh like crazy motherfuckers they are?

Probably wherever the hell they want.

"What the hell did you do?" He asks pocketing his shooting device.

Okay. Not my day to die, is it?

"Uh...closed the window?" I say.

The guy rolls his eyes and walks out of the room without saying anything closing the door softly behind him, which I doubted was because the alarm will ring again if he slammed it or anything.