The Mafia's Butterfly (Rewriting)

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Josephina

"I stabbed a man." 

Clara chuckles at my shock. I've been sitting on the couch of the safehouse, busy reliving the events that we just went through because it's really not hitting me. I mean I have the blood stains on my shirt from stabbing that man but also from the glass shards that created small cuts on my forearms. The blood now dried but still not cleaned and patched up. 

"I'm so happy you did. I would've gotten shot otherwise." Felix says and joins me on the couch, wrapping his arms around me and calming me down a bit. 

"That's the only reason why I did it." 

Ezra takes a seat on the floor, holding a glass of water and Clara is in the small kitchen, busy making us some snacks. For some reason, the fridge is always stocked? I'm not sure who stocks it or who cleans it out once everything is spoiled in the fridge but apparently it's always stocked. 

"We'll make a fighter out of you." Clara laughs from the kitchen and I smile slightly. That shit was scary but I also can't deny the rush of adrenaline I felt when I realized Felix was in actual danger. I wouldn't of done anything otherwise, like if he had control of the situation but because he was completely unaware, my automatic response was to help him in some way and that some way turned out to be stabbing the poor man. 

I shouldn't say poor man because the man was creepy. 

Either way, the adrenaline wasn't for killing or hurting someone, it was simply for me taking action so fast and the rush of need to help someone. I've never honestly felt that before. 

"Is Xander going to be okay?" I move out of Felix's hold and instead lay down completely, placing my head on the couch cushion and legs over Felix.

The room is silent, even Clara stopped moving in the kitchen. I sigh and place my hands over my face, rubbing and trying to tell myself that he can hold his own. I mean I know he can but there are so many possibilities that can happen and I don't like it. 

"I'm really worried too." Clara comes to sit down as well, moving my head and then sitting down and placing my head onto her lap. I look up and see her blinking her eyes really fast, trying to stop herself from crying. 

"He'll be fine. He's always been fine." Felix whispers and Ezra sighs, getting up and shaking his head. 

"Let's end this sob party." He smiles and gestures to the TV then running out and going to some room somewhere in the house. 

"Just like Lex, always trying to keep the smiles on our faces when in reality, they're going through it just like us." Clara smiles sadly and shakes her head once Ezra walks back in, cheering because he found a pile of movies. 

"We'll watch one of these and lift those spirits up!" He whoops and places it on the floor, laying them out and then taking a seat behind them, facing us. 

"Now which one-" 

He stops, head shooting towards the front door. I jump up and so does Felix and Clara, all of us watching the front door cautiously. Someone knocked on the door, stopping Ezra mid sentence and now there is nothing sounding outside. 

The minute that thought leaves my mind, the knocking turns into pounding and Felix and Ezra go into protective mode. 

"Last room in the house, now." Ezra grabs my hand and Clara's hand and starts dragging us with him towards the last room in the house. He gently pushes us in and then tells us to stay put and scream if something happens. I quickly take a peak out the room and see Felix, holding his gun, walking slowly towards the door which is visibly shaking from all the pounding. Ezra, gun also at the ready, walks over to Felix and pushes him behind him.