[𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀]
My feet hurt. That's the only thing that is crossing my mind as I walk down the long road, waiting for a car to come passing by.
My hand touch my scrubs that were given to me two years ago when I first arrived, the blood from a former middle aged orderly sprayed across my top as I slit her throat. Trust me, I had a good reason.
I take my top off, leaving me in a government issued bra. I throw my top on the ground and continue walking.
I gasp as a house comes into view, well... more like a mansion. Who lives in the middle of nowhere?
I pick up my pace, running up to the side of the house, looking for any cars. When I don't see any cars, I run up on the wrap around porch, to the door and trying the locks, when the door unlocks, my eyebrows go down in confusion. Who leaves their door unlocked?
I shrug and walk into the house, the light from outside lighting up the foyer. I walk to the right, into the kitchen. I need food.
I open the fridge, beers and wine cover the sides of the door, I smile. Grabbing two beers and sitting down on the white and grey marble island.
I open a beer; drinking it all like water. I throw the bottle in the trash can and the glass breaks, making a loud sound, "Shit." I breathe, going around the island to grab a broom that's leaning up against the counter.
"No need for that."
I scream, throwing my hand up to my chest, above my heart, "What the fuck!?"
He smirks, his brown hair falling just above his eyes, "How'd you get in my house?" He asks, taking a step towards me. I grab a knife out of the knife block, holding it out in front of me.
"I walked here."
"From where," he scoffs, "Your house?"
I shake my head, "The blackthorn asylum."
He laughs, "You were in a psych ward?" He takes another step towards me and my back hits the counter.
He laughs at my struggling, taking another step. I throw the knife in between us, just above his Adam's apple, "Shut the fuck up before I shove this knife down your throat."
His head snaps back in surprise, looking me up and down, his gaze stops at my chest, "You need a shirt or something?"
"Not from you."
He laughs again, running his hand through his hair, "I have a sister. You can use one of hers."
I nod, "Okay."
He take the knife from my hand, putting it back. He points his finger to the hallway. "Her room is three doors down. Go crazy."
I walk down the hall, stopping in-front of the door, "I already did." I mumble under my breath.
After thoroughly looking through his sisters clothes, I finally find a blue t-shirt and black jeans. I see a broken down pair of converse, putting them on too.
I walk back out of the room, only to be stopped by him again, "Who are you?"
He narrows his eyes, "Did you really forget me that fast?" He laughs, "You must really be crazy."
"I meant your fucking name, asshole."
"Enzo. Now, you need to go. I've got business to do and you can't be here."
I put my hands up in surrender, "I just gotta pee then I'll leave."
He nods, "It's down the hall to the left. Make it quick."
I scoff, asshole.
I walk down the hall and stop at the bathroom door, Enzo's voice stops me. "Seriously, you need to be gone in like five minutes."
I nod, "I will be."
I open the door, and use the bathroom, my eyes growing heavy. Fuck I'm tired.
I lean my head on the wall behind me, closing my eyes. Just for a second...
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I'm jerked awake as the sound of a gunshot echoes off the walls. I look around, noticing I'm still on the toilet. I groan, of course this would happen to me.
I pull my pants up, not bothering to wash my hands. I crack the door open and see a person. A dead person, on the floor. Shit.
I open the door all the way, stepping out of the bathroom. A gunshot echos again, the bullet flying by my head, grazing my cheek. Blood trickles down my face and onto the floor, "What the fuck?!"
Enzo comes into my line of view, a scowl on his face. "You needed to be fucking gone."
I shrug, "I fell asleep."
"You fell asleep? He asks, grabbing onto my arm and dragging me down the hall. "On the fucking toilet?"
"I walked for five hours from a fucking asylum. And I had to walk covered in blood from some lady I killed."
He stills, "You killed someone?"
I nod, "I slit her throat."
He swallows, "Fuck," he whispers, "You are crazy."
"Well... I was in a psych ward."
He stops in-front of a door, opening it and revealing a bedroom. "I just thought you had anger issues or something."
"I do, hence why I killed somebody."
He grunts, shoving me in the room and coming in behind me, shutting the door. "Okay, so, I need you to shut up for a minute?"
"Wha-" I shut up when Enzo sends me a harsh glare.
Multiple gunshots echo through the house making me jump, "Shit! What the fuck is going on?"
Enzo comes up to me, grabbing my jaw. "You need to shut the fuck up. We have to get out of the house before they shoot it down."
I nod, "You have a car here?"
"Obviously."
I nod again, "Okay, Okay, Okay."
He shakes his head, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the door. He puts a finger up to his lips, telling me to stay quiet. I nod.
He opens the door, pushing me behind himself. He picks up his pace, running down the hall way and out the open door.
Just as I'm on the last step, a gunshot echos out, and white hot pain shoots down my arm. I fall, hitting the ground, "Fucking shit!" I hiss, clutching my arm.
I hear Enzo say a series of cuss words before he picks me up, grabbing under my arms and knees. "Just breathe, darling."
I cry out as Enzo bends down to open a car door, gently sitting me on the passengers seat. "Fuck." I hiss.
He closes my door, going around to his side and getting in. He doesn't bother putting on a seatbelt as he races down the road.
He turns and looks at me, "I have a second house. We can go there and I'll help you out okay?"
I nod, taking a sharp inhale, "O-okay."
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Hi, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter <3
I will try and upload twice a week!
if there are ANY errors, please tell me!
Edit: I realized I mixed my men up, this is Enzo and Mrs. Mafia is Luca... I fixed it though!
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