Chapter 2:"School not as fun as the mafia?"
◾Athena◾
The walk to school felt too long today. Usually I'd walk without a care in the world and I'd be at school within minutes but today I felt paranoid. Like that guy would pop out of some portal shit and kidnap me. Paranoia was not fun.
I walked into homeroom ready to stare at tall guy but he wasn't there. His car was but not him. I checked the time and usually he was there by now. I wasn't a stalker or anything but it was routine.
The class started and today the teacher decided to actually teach us something. She was about to tell us what we were supposed to do when, cliché alert, the door opened dramatically.
And that's when--
SHIT!!
It was him! The hot voice guy. He was there for me.
"Mr King. How lovely for you to join us," Ms Taylor said.
"It's been awhile," his face showing no emotion. That voice, Lord have mercy.
He scanned the class and his gaze landed on me. He had no smile, no smirk. The girls in the class seemed smitten by him as they perked up at the sight of him.
Now I was not gonna lie and say he wasn't attractive, he definitely was.
He strided over to me with his long legs and sat in the empty desk next to mine.
I've never seen him in this class.. Like EVER.
"So you're stalker girl," he said not sparing me a glance.
I looked at him with confusion.
He turned to look at me noticing the look on my face.
"You're the girl that watches me smoke every morning," he answered.
"What!? You're the guy that leans on that car and smoke?!" I whispered in shock. That's why his face seemed so fimiliar!
He noddded his head and faced back to the board.
Now that he was next to me and it was day time I got to look at him. Really look at him.
His jawline sharp and admittedly hot. His hair looked soft and long but not long like those surfer guys, long as in it's still a guy haircut. He had tanned italian skin and that matched his dark hair and grey eyes. He was all in all, handsome, good looking, hot, sexy and fine as hell.
"Are you going to stare at me whole day or..." he trailed off a hint of amusment in his tone.
During the class I kept stealing glances at him. Him. I still don't know his name.
I looked at him again to see him yawn. His face looking innocent for once.
"School not as fun as the mafia?" I cooed with sass, a smile tugging at my lips.
"You are so right sweetheart," he groaned.
" I thought I told you to stop calling me that?" I scowled.
"Well I don't know your name now do I?" he turned his face to look at me, awaiting my answer.
"Athena Love Hart," I stated. He gave me a look and I immediately answered.
"Yes it's stupid. Love and Hart in the same name," I scoffed.
"You don't like your name?" he asked curiosly.
" Not when life's the opposite," he was confused by my statement. He didn't show it but I could see the wheels turning in his eyes.
When I looked in his eyes again his eyes were determined. He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of class, Ms Taylor shouting after us.
He grabbed on my wrist roughly and dragged me outside to his car.
"Are you being abused?" he asked bluntly but his eyes burned with fury.
"You don't know what you're talking about," I snapped.
I couldn't believe he had the audacity to actually just take me out of class and say that so bluntly. Who even asks a question like?
" You just answerd for me sweetheart! " he snapped. Why was he getting so angry? He doesn't know me.
"You don't know me! Why do you care?!" I cried. He pitied me.
Why am I crying?
" Because it's a big deal!" he shouted and hit the hood of his car. I flinched at his movements. He must of caught on because his stare and body softened.
"You thought I was about to hit you," he stated. He knew I did.
Like I could be even more embarrassed I cried harder and hugged him. I don't know why I hugged him but I did. I let it all out.
He was stiff like he hasn't been hugged before, but he hugged me back, his body more relaxed.
" Why didn't you tell anyone," he asked.
Why did I feel so comfortable with a stranger? And why the hell did he want me to tell him?
" They're my parents," I answered.
"That's not an excuse!" he sounded more upset.
I looked up at his tall figure angry.
Why was I telling him all this?
"You don't know me," I spat. Why was I defending my parents?
I ran home.
I climbed up the tree next to my room and opened my window to get in.
I fell face first onto my pillow and sighed. No tears left to cry I guess. (NB:ariana grande - no tears left to cry)
I heard voices and my head perked up from my pillow.
I stood at the top of the stairs to listen.
"One million for the girl," a deep voice said.
"Yes, she'll be home in a few hours," my dad said. Why was he home still? Are they talking about me? One million?
" What if she tries to run away?" my dad spoke again.
" Don't worry you'll keep your money and we'll deal with her," the deep voice said.
"Oh thank god. I can't handle that bitch of a child," my dad replied in relief.
Once again my heart broke at his words. His selling me to some Mafia or gang.
I quietly snuck into my room. I grabbed a duffel bag and threw in my very little clothes and female necessities. I tried rushing out the window but fell and landed on my side.
*crunch*
"Fuck, " I groaned in pain. Another rib bone.
"What's that noise?" the voice said from inside.
I quickly made a run for it out of my neighbourhood hearing my father's last words.
"They're coming for you, you bitch!" he shouted.
I didn't know where I was running to. I had no family, food or any place to sleep. I had no friends.
I ran to the busy part of Miami and slowed down. It's going to take them a while to find me. I should think of my next move.
I sat on a near by bench and thought.
What do I do?
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It was late now. Probably 1:15am.
I've been walking around Miami for a while now. There was still some cars driving. Typical teens. So I wasn't that scared but I was hungry.
I hadn't eaten in 3 days, well nothing more than a sandwich . I saw a twenty four hour diner and decided to walk across the road since there was no cars around.
I was half way through the road when a car was speeding my way. I couldn't move I felt paralysed. It was all in slow-motion. The car honked then swerved onto the sidewalk.
The guy got out of the car angrily.
"Are you crazy?!"
That voice.
He came into view and when he saw me his face fell from anger to worry? Whatever the emotion was it left as fast as it came.
I wondered what he was doing up so late.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing here at ond in the fucking morning," he came and made sure I was okay.
As soon as he gazed into my eyes I broke down.
I cried hard and he hugged me.
" Hey, I'm here," he whispered soothingly.
That was the second time I cried and he was holding me as if we've known each other for years.
He picked me up bridal style and put me on the hood of his car.
" What's wrong, sweetheart?" he caressed my cheek.
" My fat-ther," I chocked out.
His jaw clenched and his eyes now raging.
"What did he do?" he asked trying to speak calmly.
"He sold me," I cried out.
"Sold you? To who?!" he screamed.
"Some guy in a mafia. He sold me for a million dollars. And when they saw me I ran with what I could get from my room," I explained. My cheeks were wet and I probably looked homeless. I kind of was actually.
"Come on," he spoke, " you can stay with me."
He took my bag and put in in the backseat of his car. He picked me up without effort due to my light weight and small figure.
Once I was seated in the passenger's side, he got into the drivers seat and buckled me up before doing the same.
"I don't want to intrude," I spoke a bit louder than a whisper.
"Trust me sweetheart you won't be intruding at all," he spoke softly. He was being careful and fragile as if I was glass.
Little did he know I was shattered and no longer fine China.
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We drove a little out of Miami grounds. It was almost like we were in a forest hidden from the world.
I hadn't been to that part of Miami.
"I still don't know your name," I said embarrassed.
He glanced at me, amusment evident in his eyes.
"Well sweetheart, my name is Axel King, King to the Black Blood Mafia,"
He said as we entered into a HUGE MANSION... NO CASTLE!
I gaped at the exterior and the large building in front of me.
"You live here?!" I asked, schocked.
"Yup," he said popping the 'p'.
We got out the car and he grabbed my bag.
"This will be your new home,"he smirked.
I stared at him wide eyed.
Everything was so surreal.
He opened the door and the interior was gorgeous. Almost like stepping into a castle.
Not like I knew what the inside of a castle looked like but I could guess it was something similar.
Before I could see anything else he grabbed my hand and we walked into an ELEVATOR.
He hit the highest floor and it was like a penthouse.
"This will be your room," he gestured towards a white door.
I walked inside and no words could explain how beautiful it was.
A queen sized bed with wide floor to ceiling windows, a walk in closet and a personal bathroom.
"M-Mine?" I stuttered.
He gave me a small nod and winked.
"I will be right next to your room if you need me," he said and walked back to the door way.
Before he left he looked at me again and said, "Goodnight."
He left me stunned in the huge bedroom.
Wow
I closed the door and walked into the bathroom. It had a huge shower and hot tub-like bath with women gowns and slippers.
I then took a shower and put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top.
I walked into the giant walk in closet and sighed.
My clothing consisted of 3 pairs of sweatpants, 4 hoodies, 1 pair of shoes and some underwear. Instead of unpacking, I left the duffle bag on a shelf.
Walking out of the closet I sat on the carpet floor right in front of the big window.
Did he expect me to get a job and move out once I had enough money? If so I need a job then.
I took my phone from the bed and looked through some job offers.
My phone died mid search and I sighed. I'll check tomorrow. I put my phone in charge and lied down in the comfy bed.
I'm safe right?
I'm safe for now?
I checked the time on the clock next to my bed... 3:02.
Great, it's devil's hour.
I couldn't sleep, not when I was afraid some mafia guy was going to bust in there and kidnap me.
I got out of bed and walked to Axel's room.
Instead of knocking I opened the door to find him sitting up and his back against the head board.
He looked up at me and gestured for me to come lie down by him and so I did.
I got under the covers and lied my head on his lap.
I didn't know him that well but he makes me feel safe and cared about. His mysterious. Someone I want to figure out. His also my saviour.
He heard my 'Save Me'.
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Hoped you enjoyed the chapter! Things are about to get better!!
-A🖤