I started to think back to the mission that I and West did, as I slowly make my way back to bed. He was supposed to break into the office and turn off all the security cameras before I entered to take down the firewall and steal Mr. Mafias' money. But now that I’m thinking back, he didn’t break into the office I just stole his money without him being in the office.
He did that on purpose, didn’t he? If Mr. Mafia is correct and did kill West, I’m glad. He deserves that after betraying me. Asshole.
Then people downstairs interrupt my thoughts by yelling about some girl and how some guy named Harry likes her so much, and how wiped he is.
After that, I heard something glass break, and one of the guys yells drunklike, “I don’t fuck like her. She’s just here, so she wouldn’t be abused. None of you get any of ideas though, if she gets to be anyone’s, she’ll be mine.” Is he talking about me or is there another girl here? Did he say, she’ll be mine, I don’t fucking belong to anyone, I’m not an object someone can use, then throw out when they are done with me. Who do these people think they are?
I then look around the room to see if I can find anything to unlock the door with. Then I realized that Jerry is still in the room. I check to see if he’s dead, I feel his pulse and it's still going. Thank God, I didn’t kill him he’s just unconscious. I then walk over to him and slap him as hard as I could so he would wake up. “Holy fuck! Who the hell- “he yells but stops when he realized that I was standing over top of him.
He stumbles to his feet. “I’m not supposed to be in here, Harry told me not to come in here.” He says turning around to meet the door. He pulls out the key, and that’s when I make my move, I pounce on him with all my might and knock him out. I grab the key and unlock the door. I grab the gun off Jerry and make my way out the door.
As I get downstairs, I see four guys spread along the couch, drooling and snoring away. I then scream “Ahhhhhh!” They are jump up from where they laid and franticly shook their heads around until they saw me. I then spoke up again, “Now that I’ve gotten your attention, I need one of you to tell me where the hell I am, and why this Harry dude locked me in a room.” They all looked at Mr. Mafia. “Love, that’s me, sorry that I didn’t introduce myself earlier.
The names Harry, that’s Lewis, Nathan, and Liam.” He says pointing to each guy. Lewis has brown hair, a sleeve tattoo on his left arm, and what looked like hazel eyes. Nathan has brown hair, brown eyes, and a black heart on his right shoulder. Liam has a buzz cut so I don’t know what color of hair he has but has hazel eyes and a sleeve tattoo on his left arm.
“Well, Harry, you said that you brought me here because of how my foster home treats me, and the life I have to live to survive. So do you want me living here or…” I trail off hoping that I could because I truly hate my life. “Yes, you’re living here, we’ll start decorating your room, now if you would like,” Harry says. I jump up and down with excitement as harry starts to grab the things for my room.
I follow harry upstairs to my room. I have a king-size mattress, a white dresser, and a body mirror on the door. I decorate the room with led strip lights, plants, and vines all over my room, and paint my walls light grey.
