The Mafia Sacrifice

47

Starr Marie

"Hey guys," I say as Chris, Lee, Leah, and O stands before me and Damon.

No one says a thing.

I felt myself shrinking in their gaze. I left them without out a word and in Chris case, with a lie. I'm Me being a girl who they just let come into their lives only to leave them without a word, is honestly selfish of me.

There was an act of quietness for what felt like hours, but it's only been a minute. I look at the floor as they don't make a sound. I didn't want to see the disappointment on their faces, though that's not what I was receiving.

Their expressions were just emotionless. And I hated every minute. The look in their eyes no longer had stars in them. They were plain. And I was just there, taking in the heat that they were about to fire me with.

Then all of a sudden they burst out laughing.

What?

"I've missed you," Leah says bringing me into a hug. I hug her back as she smiles. "If you needed a break... you could have told me. I've been wanting to go to Jamaica for a while now."

I smile. "I'll be sure to let you know when I want a real vacation."

She dropped the hug and Lee takes her place. He had the same expression he always had. Calm and neutral. "It's been annoying with Leah being the only girl." I laugh at his roast against Leah.

"Hey," She calls out. "It was at one point that I didn't like you."

I laugh as they step to the side arguing about whose better. O takes a step forward, "Now you see what we've been dealing with." He brings me into a hug. One that was longer than the others, "You've also seen how much of a pussy Damon is."

Looking at Damon as he stands next to me. Damon rolls his eyes, "You can't even spell pussy."

O points at Damon as he looks at me, "Sometimes you have to know when to tone this guy out. He could be very sensitive about small shit ."

I nod my head because I have too realized from our last extreme argument that he doesn't not do well with feelings or talking. "I'll keep that in mind."

O steps to the side and asks Damon to talk about something. Leaving just Chris and I in the living room area. I was afraid that he would be mad at me—So afraid that I couldn't make complete eye contact with him.

"No inspiring metaphors?" I joke but Chris doesn't smile or even move.

"You know I—," I cut him off before he tells me what I assume what he thinks about me lying and leaving.

"I'm sorry," He just looks at me. "... I'm sorry that I lied about what was going on with me and Damon. I'm sorry that I lied about where I was going. And I'm sorry that I left you behind," He stands before me not loosing eye contact.

I continue. "Sometimes when I feel like I'm alone, not needed, or hurt, I leave the people I care about the most behind. I did it to Dimmy and now I've done it to you," He still has yet to say anything as I pause waiting for a response in some form. "I understand if you don't want to talk to me right now or if you're mad at me. I just want you to know that I am extremely sorry for what I've done. It must not be easy for you especially because we've been getting so close...." My voice drifts off as I think about the friendship we could've had. "... but, I'll do anything to pick off where we left off."

He still stands before me with no emotion. Then within seconds he pulls me into a comforting hug. "Don't do that again. Anything could have happened to you."