The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Chapter five: The right path

"Pryor!" My name is called half-down the street from the bus stop. Still standing at the stop is Jeanna with her umbrella over her head, Joe, with his muscular arms crossed, and the cheerful Star whose hair caught in the harsh breeze. The twins are like magically beings I'll give them that much. They don't usually take the bus home which concerns me but their friends don't seem to care so why should I? "Let's walk home together. These two love birds over here are going to leave me hangin."

Jeanna turns her head and flashes Star a mean glare. "What do you mean by 'love birds?' This fool ain't never gonna be my man no time soon. You can sure as hell bet on that." Joe nudges Jeanna on the elbow and rises his eyebrows. "Come on now, baby. We all know you want all of this...." Demonstrating her rage towards the two of them she drops her umbrella and squeezes Joe's hand until he falls to his knees and bites his lips to hold in the pain. Balls of sweat roll off the sides of his forehead down to his chin. Even with all the muscles in the world Joe's considered a weakling, and by the looks of her wicked smile, men crying out for help apparently is entertaining to her. 

"I'm sorry now sugar, could you please repeat that? The sound of your bones cracking makes it difficult to hear your whimperin." I know Jeanna's not someone who needs to be pissed off just to start a fight but damn, the way she makes he bend down to his knees, the way she crackles his bones just because of one measly comment. Even Star's not doing anything about it. The girl acts like she's in a movie theater watching a horror scene with buttered popcorn in her hands. It's hard to believe that these guys are actually friends with each other. Let alone friends with someone like Jeanna.

"Ok, enough already, Jen!" He screams when the joints in his finger begin to reshape themselves. She smirks at him while letting his crushed hand go at the same time. It's a miracle it doesn't look broken from where I'm standind but that's twice already that I've seen the power of a gang member. Not the mention the tattoo imprinted on her left leg. "Good boy, see ya'll kitties later." Picking up her umbrella and the drenched books off the grounds, she passes me without uttering a single word or a glare. It's not her aim in the matter. All she wants to do is warn me. And that's what terrifies me the most about her. I swallow a sickening feeling down my throat and decide to stay away from all of them before I wake up in the hospital the next day or worse in a coven.

Letting the rain run through my hair, I walk to my house, shivering but at the same time thinking back conversation I had with Miranda. There's a total of 4 gangs in Charlotte, each one of them are dangerous. Just because she never said that doesn't mean it's not true. First she's shocked by my sudden interest in the topic and her cousin, who apparently is coming out of hiding starting tomorrow could be a big problem to both Miranda and I. And then there's Lila and her boyfriend Wade. I'm not sure about the other girls but Wade seems like an ok guy. Looks dangerous but personality wise he damn well cares about Lila and that's all that matters.

Still how does this connect with my future? How do I end up being looped into this equation? Kidnappings? Torture, being held hostage? None of the other dreams leads up to that but I'm not afraid to find out. I'm not afraid to be placed in the electrical chair and being slapped until I talk. You guys have no idea how many horror shows I've watch. How many times in real life where I've almost come face to face with death. Well if drowning like in my dreams and being poisoned by a bush counts then yeah, death isn't easy.

But it's also not painful. I'm a christian girl like most folks in Charlotte. I've prayed to Jesus for help many times. Some times he doesn't answer me, and most times my problems are solved almost like an angel has been sent to me. 

"Pryor Victoria Winds!" My full name + heavy rain+ = Mom alert. And how good are my senses? Mom's standing on the front porch with her umbrella covering her face and hair but underneath that umbrella is a demon full of negative energy. I mean mom's not remotely close to becoming a demon unlike the moms from my shows but with the splash of red replacing her usually bright skin it's hard to tell. "What the hell are you still walking for, child? Get your butt into this house and march upstairs to dry off!" I keep forgetting that mom's from the south. Growing up, I like mom's stories about running through the rain when she was 10 or how my grandmother always used to blame her husband for having a wild child. But according to her having a child like that is a gift. Too bad I don't have that gift.