Angel's Lie (Mafia)

Stick To The Plan

It's been two days. Two days I've been voluntarily locked in my room. Two days I've heard Bruno and Carlo knock on my door every day begging me to open the door and talk to them, my father only knocked once. Two days Sylvia has been bringing me food wanting to talk but I just take the plate from her hands and close the door on her sad face. Two days my phone has been chiming and ringing every other hour from Grayson trying to message and call me. Two days I've put together my master plan on how I am going to sneak out of here. I'm excited as I pack for California, the weather is nothing but nice and I enjoy sitting outside, grandmothers house has such a lovely backyard, an inground pool, a view overlooking the city, and a beautiful garden where I used to sit and read. I packed for two weeks. No one knows I'm leaving and I plan to keep it that way, I just need a place to think that isn't in New York. I walk over to my phone that I've barely touched for the last two days, every time I pick it up to it's the same thing. Missed calls and texts from Grayson, a few texts from my brothers, and noting from father. I quickly find and dial Seth's phone number. 

 "Hello?" Seth quickly answers the phone with a concerned voice.

"Hi, can you do me a huge favor? I need you to come to my room. If possible try to avoid everyone. If someone sees you, just tell them that you forgot a sweatshirt or something in the gym by my room."

"Okay... I'll be there in a few minutes," I wait patiently for Seth by my door. I hear his footsteps approach and once he knocks on the door I open it and let him in.

"Did anyone see you?" I ask while locking the door.

"No, but I did hear everyone in the kitchen talking. What is it that you needed help with?" I see his eyes shift towards my suitcase, when his eyes return to mine I can see the questionable look on his face. "Are you leaving?"

"Yes, but only to California."

 "Are you coming back?" Seth asks with a sad voice. All my life I have always seen these strong men with deep voices and not a care in the world about anyone's feelings, not even their own. Not Seth though, that's what draws me to him, under that hard exterior there's someone who cares about other people, someone that cares about me. 

 "Of course I am, I just need a few weeks to get my mind back in the right place. I feel like I haven't had a chance to catch my breath the whole time I have been back in New York. I need you to drive me to the airport, I already called our family pilot and he is scheduled to meet me in a few hours. The problem is nobody knows that I'm leaving for California, they don't know I'm leaving period, so I need to get out of here without them knowing." 

 "How do you expect to do that? Everyone is downstairs, the door is right next to the living room, what if they migrated in there? The only other way is out the back door, but we would have to pass through the kitchen, plus we have to carry all your bags. I hope you have a good plan?"

 "Of course I do!" I say as I walk towards my laptop. I've watched all of the staff in the house for a full day through my laptop after easily hacking into our camera system, seriously father needs to change his passwords. As I start to tell him the plan I hear a knock on the door and quickly turned towards Seth who staring at me asking for permission to answer the door. I quickly stand and put my finger over my mouth indicating for him to stay quiet. We both stand there staring at each other until another knock is heard. 

"Angel? I know you're in there." It was Grayson. Shit. I look over to Seth who looks at me with a perplexed face, I walk towards the door before Seth grabs my arm and gives me a 'don't open the door look' I return with a questioning face. "I know you don't want to talk but it has been two days. I tried giving you space, I thought you would at least answer my phone calls or text messages by now."I feel bad, I truly do. Maybe I'm being ridiculous, Grayson didn't do anything wrong, recently, and I'm not nearly as mad at him as I am with father. I'm just sick of this family and all the secrets, and he's basically part of this family, and if I can't trust family then can I trust him? I want to open the door and tell him I'm leaving for a few weeks to clear my head. Once he finds out I'm gone will he care? We're not kids anymore, I don't even know what his life is like when he's not here. We're not as close as we used to be so he has no reason to be sad when I'm gone. "Angelica? Please."