The Mafia Queen's Little Prince

CHAPTER 9: When Death told me to live

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This chapter includes a very sensitive topic, read at your own risk.
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Roman's POV

7:19 pm Wednesday

"One."

I flinched.

This shit's gonna hurt.

I closed my eyes and prayed to God that the pain would quickly go away.

But to my surprise, there was no pain.

As the ringing in my ears finally stopped. I opened my eyes and looked at the woman in front of me, her gun still pointed at me as smoke came out of its tip.

"Listen here fat ass.." She snarled.

"Mess up again and you'll end up like that door behind ya." After giving me my final warning, she casually walked past me and left. Slamming the door behind her while she's at it.

I finally had the balls to look behind me.

There I saw a bullet embedded on the wood framing of the door.

She didn't kill me.

I soon realized that she aimed behind me. Not at me.

Well I'll be damned.

I finally let myself breathe, not noticing that I was holding my breath in the first place.

I smiled to myself.

I guess that witch does have a heart.

Phoenix's POV

7:21 pm, Wednesday

This day could not get any worse.

This morning, I was informed that my dad was killed by some maniac in the streets.

By noon, I was being chased by three huge dogs for no apparent reason and accidentally stepping on vomit as I ran for my life.

And while walking home, it fucking rained.

But luckily, I brought my umbrella. Finally something good in my life.

And of course I jinxed it.

When I was finally away from all the bad luck, the umbrella LITERALLY flew. The whole fucking top just went flying. I was only left with the handle.

Great.

I let the rain pour down on me as if it were taunting me that I should have killed myself two years ago.

*Flash back to two years ago*

I was standing at the edge of the rooftop of our school.

I was ready.

Ready to end it all.

The pain. The teasing. The texts. The shoving. The bullying. All of it.

But there was still a part of me that wanted to live. But for what? Why would I?

I made an exception.

If someone. Just one. Who ever it may be. Calls me for the next 7 seconds. I won't jump.

I started counting.

"Seven.."

"Six.."

"Five.."

"Four.."

"Thre-"

I felt my phone vibrate from my pocket.

I hurriedly picked up my phone and answered. I placed it against my ear and waited for someone from the other line to speak.

"Hey...." It was a woman's voice.

I stayed silent and let her spoke her piece.

"..I don't know what to do."

"they kept telling me I should do it, but I can't.."

She sighed

"I just can't."

"They told me I should move on, but it's hard. Losing someone shouldn't be this hard. So I started acting tough. I bottled up these emotions and now I'm a huge mess.."

I could hear her moving, as if to change into a more comfortable position. While doing so, I sat down as well.

"So I finally let it all out." She said as I heard a small chuckle escape her lips.

"It felt good. Crying, mourning. I finally felt my chest getting lighter at each tear drop." Her voice was low and raspy. As if she's been crying since yesterday. But I could tell she was smiling.

"I promised you then that I'll never run away from anything. And I still kept that promise."

"I'll be stronger. Tougher. Just for you."

"I knew you always had faith in me. That's why you were tough on me. Training me for this day.."

"Thank you." That was the last thing she said as she ended the call.

I was dumb founded at first because the lady obviously dialed the wrong number.

But that was the least of my concerns.

My mind was suddenly brought back to reality. I hopped unto the railing and went back to the safe side.

Not today death.

*End of flash back*

Who ever that lady was, she saved me.

Her voice. Sweet as cotton candy. She sounded familiar to me, as if I already met her.

If it weren't for her, my mom would probably be alone by now.

I sighed as I let a smile replace the frown on my face.

Thank you.

The rain already stopped about 15 minutes ago, so I was practically dried up.

Pneumonia will be the death of me.

As I continued my walk home, I heard loud music being played about 2 blocks away.

The fuck?