The mafia's queen

🌸 chapter 11 🌸

I've been hurting for months and you think anyone noticed? I'm always there for people but when it's my turn....
                                                                      - Nicole ❤️✨
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I woke up in a white bed with everything white around me. My head was pounding and all I could do was groan, I was in so much pain and nobody was around me. I stood up on my feet and regret hit my body instantly but I had to find out where I was. When I opened the door the smell of dead people hit my nose and made me gag, where the hell am I ? It looked like a dungeon in here. I didn't even see no one in site, not even a bug at this point. Where am I ? I had this long white gown on and it was starting to piss me off. How did I end up here ? I still can't remember shit.

I wanna say something but I don't know what to expect so I rather keep quiet and find my own way out. I ran down the hall to the nearest light cause it was dark as hell in here and I couldn't see shit. For the first time in a long time I was nervous because I didn't know what was going to happen next and I didn't know if I was going to make it out alive or not.

"Where are you going pretty lady" a familiar voice said, I stopped in my tracks wondering if I should turn around or not

"I'm leaving" I said as I turned around

"You know the exit is this way right" he said and laughed

"What do you want from me ?" I said and started walking backwards, I can't believe this creep is walking towards me in the dark

"Stop running and bring your ass back this way, if I wanted to kill you I would of been shot you dead" he said and stopped in the light

"You're to special, it would be to early to kill you" he said and shook his head

I went ahead and walked toward him, no need in being scared. If I die, I die and I'll always stick to that. It's not that I'm scared of death, it's what comes after death. I've always believed in god but I never actually believed in heaven or hell because there's no proof of it being real but maybe that's just my opinion, I really think death is like recycling, like once we die our souls get used in another body and we start over fresh in a new body but I could be wrong and there could be a heaven and hell but we will never know.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door. We got in the car and pulled off.

"Where exactly are we going and what happened to me ?" I said trying to figure out where I was

"You don't remember anything ?" He said

"Nothing at all" I said In honesty

"You're father will catch you up on everything when we get there" he said and I went to sleep

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"Is she okay" my mother asked

"I don't know, that car hit her pretty hard. I'm glad she's alive but I'm still trying to figure out how she's still alive" I said as I walked into the kitchen

I wish I could of caught her but I was to late, the car hit her before I could even tell her to move but I was just so pissed off because she hit me but I didn't expect her to get hit by a car and now I have to figure out who did it because it was a hit and fucking run.

"Where is she" my mother asked

"She should be on the way to her house, I'll see you later " I said as I grabbed my keys, my father has a meeting with her father and he wants me to be there because she arrives in a few. I just don't understand why she didn't just go through with the wedding, all she had to say was I do but if I was forced to marry someone I didn't know, I would of killed them by now like what took her so long to do that ? Instead she ends up hurting herself. She's been asleep for over two weeks now and I miss her so much.