Mafia's Art.

Part 15 - His art left her with a death note.

Bella

I wouldn't say I am sad or having an emotion associated with being really sad, but I rather feel this weird emotion of actually wanting to help him. Anyone in their right mind would leave this guy and try anything in their power to not fall in love and have these ridiculous thoughts of 'helping the guy who almost killed, kidnapping you...'

Still laying in the bed after the whole mess, still shaken up and tired and scared but had the ability to clean the room and try my best to be honest with myself. I see, that the more I stay the more I fall... and it is not a good thing because I was never exposed to something like this... seeing him gives me butterflies... it confuses me because I thought that the other guy was my soulmate. the Devan guy, during high school and tertiary level, I always had my eyes set on him and he was definitely filling my dairy up and my wall was shining from all his statues. But now I am doubting I felt real love-- because of him, this guy... it feels different. The rush of turning in the inside of the stomach and the little trembling of being afraid he wouldn't see me as me instead of being trembling of him killing people and importing drugs for a living. 

Finally done cleaning the room I decided to go for a walk. It is best to clear your mind. And get me back to the real world of actually saving my family, my brothers, and sisters. While walking down the stairs that leads me to the backdoor of the first level of the dining room, a heard a loud scream. I fast as I walk as fast my neck moved to follow the sound ... it gave me quite the scare. I turn around slowly make to the screaming--- following the sound gave me chills and it freaked me out because no-one was guarding the door, taking the opportunity to slide in as fast as I can to not to be caught. I  walk through another set of the hallway that gives a few on lights and the broken lights still filtering--- it definitely seems like a trap or killing place, the suffering of cold and rubbing my arms... arguing with turning around or not I stood still for a few minutes, and yes, I took the option of curiosity seeing what is actually happening. 

My steps loud and detectable and my ears are spine out I don't want to miss a sound... as I walk and look back after a few walks, I finally reach a black ugly door, and heard that voice --- that voice I started to like, that voice that would make fall for -- it even caught me shamelessly without me even trying to fight it anymore, because honestly if I would say I won't fall for him if he ever tries to kiss me or something I'll be lying if say I am that PURE to say I wouldn't fall for it because it is too late I am already too deep into the pit of likeness. 

Stepping closer, I heard a guy saying some weird words definitely not English. I can hear he deflated and tired and sound scared. While that other voice sends chills down my back due to its power. 

"Jason, don't lie -- we been friends for how long now? 5-6 years and you still f*** with that other guy and hurt her family, killing her parents and run away with few of my money which is okay because I have enough but seriously her family, wow -- you shock me". His laughs send me chills, still, try to hear a rat needed to appear in front my feet as quickly my jumps are as hard and loud my scream was.   

As loud as I scream as loud I try to run away but to late the devil himself already stops me in my tracks, he ... he is always so fast and knows everything about me - disregarding the fact that he almost killed me physically but most likely kill me spiritually. Let's be honest, 'i am no angel nor am I a demon - but once in my life, I want to rebel against all good'. Still figuring out if I should just brave up and face him or not - he did the unexpected, he embraces me. The devil, the kind embrace me. While, softly ... blowing him breathes against the sides of the neck, THIS IS UNEXPECTED. I should... try to hide or escape but I couldn't move nor say something, because I loved it so much... because my legs relaxed, my head relaxed giving in laying on him. 

And that is how I knew I was done... his art (beauty and mess) left me with a death note.