Kidnapped by the Mafia

Chapter 22

Tessa:

37 days.

I heard one of the guards talking.

Paul and Kyle had abused me mentally, as much as physically. They showed me pictures and told me things. They tortured me into thinking things.

I didn't know what was true or not anymore. I felt like Peeta In Hunger Games.

But I wasn't a weapon. I was just a broken girl with no one to help her.

Here's what I knew, whether it true or not, I don't know.

• Ace Ricchezze killed my mother and his friends helped him cover it up

• My mum cheated, Paul was never my real father and that's why he hated me

• I'm 22

• Ace wanted me dead

I never trusted Kyle or Paul. But there was no one else to trust. They made me believe it. They drilled it into my mind.

Every second.

Of every minute.

Of every hour.

Of every day.

I was terrified.

Ace wanted me dead.

Paul wanted me dead.

Kyle wanted me dead.

Everyone wanted me dead.

But no one was letting me die.

I was going to going to be stuck here forever.

But at this point, even I didn't care.

Because I wanted to be stuck here.

I deserved to be stuck rotting here.

37 days.

I could do 37 more.

And 37 more after that.

I could do this.

Eventually.

Every time I was finally alone, I was thinking about how wrong everyone had done me.

And that made me so very angry.

I wanted them dead almost as much as I wanted me dead.

Ace:

"It's time..."

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I'm sorry for a short chapter. I haven't been feeling well. Physically or mentally.

I didn't even plan this chapter, I just wrote after rewatching a sad tvd episode :(

(S2 ep8 - end of episode)