Who am I?
I blinked in uttered amazement.
How did I get here?
I rummaged through the stuff around me. Broken bottles, nylon bags, expired coupons. worst of it all, I was not even on a bed. I was just in a dress.
I just slept in an alley way!
"No,no,no..." I whined as I stood up. I looked in opposite direction to find no one. I was alone. in a place that I don't know.
"I am definitely not supposed to be here. " I said to no one in particular.
But where was I supposed to be?
" Hey you!" I turned and saw two rugged men, dressed in rags. One was short , fat and had a huge long beard while the other was tall, slim and looked like he had smoked too much that he looked so old.
"Give us your money young lady." The short guy demanded. I gulped hard the saliva in my mouth and took a step backwards.
"I... don't have money..." I stumbled on some rubbish and fell backwards. the tall one smirked, showing his rotten teeth.
"Well, I guess we just take what you offer then." He said, looking lustfully at my slim waist. The short one looked at me from head to toe, then licked his lips;
"I will go first." He said; he grabbed my wrist tightly and I tried so hard to shake it off but his grip was too tight.
"Let... me go!" I ordered. The tall one tried to unbutton my shirt, his eyes beaming with excitement. I started screaming for help, but it felt like no one was left in the world.
Then, there was a huge bang. The tall one gasped and the three of us just looked at the empty hole that just appeared on his chest. His blood started gushing out and then his intestines...
"Tim!" The short one screamed. Tim was still standing for a minute, still shocked and terrified of what just happened. he looked at his brother once more before he fell down and died. I screamed so loudly while Tim's brother rushed to check his brother;
" Tim, no, you can't leave me. We are in this toge..." His words were cut short with another bang. I covered my mouth as I gazed at the hole in his head. The short guy looked at me with cold eyes. He died at the spot in a pool of his own blood.
I was able to see the killer this time. A little bit.
He was wearing a dark hoodie. He looked young. I thanked the heavens:
"You saved me, I ..." I was about to step closer until I noticed that his gun was still cocked up, ready to take another shot.
Like he still had one more target to gir before victiry.
I couldn't see his face clearly, but there was no need to find out....he was coming towards me!
I started running as fast as I could.
I looked back every now and then. At first, he checked the two guys that he just shot then went after me.
I gasped for air, my heart beating so fast, I thought that it was going to come out of my chest. I finally escaped the dark alley way and started running towards the marketplace.
The stalls in the marketplace were so many, I hid in one.
The guy came out, finally able to see him. He looked so strangely familiar but still I couldn't remember him. He wire a very thick dark glasses that I couldn't see his eyes but I was certain that he was angry that he lost me.
I sighed a relief and sat beside a pineapple stall to rest for a bit, until the stall owner saw me;
"Get out of here, you thief!" the old man shouted. people started gathering around me and I had to leave my hiding spot. I looked around for the man until, I saw him. And our eyes met. He started running after me and I headed deep into the market, until I found a corner to hide. I stayed there for a while until I was certain that the man had gone.
I chuckled a little, concluding that the man wouldn't find me anymore.
"You are really bad at hiding, you know." I jerked up a little a d looked at the gut that said it. He looked wretched, wearing a dirty jersey and faded blue jeans. His hair was a huge mess and had a sharp chin.
Although, he looked unkeot, still, behind it all, he was effortlessly handsome. I shook off that idea.
"Who are you?" I questioned.
"I..." the guy said, feeling so big to introduce himself;
"...am Toretto. The son to Dominic Monika." He let out a huge grin. I just stood there puzzled.
"I am sorry, who is Dominic Monika." The guy fidgeted a little;
"You are joking, right? you seriously don't know who Dominic Monika is?! Are you pulling my legs?" his voice suddenly became calm and serious. No longer light and friendly as before. I froze.
"Maybe I do
know, but I can't remember..." I said, looking for a way to escape his cold hard stare. it was piercing right through me.
"I am the Mafia Lord's son." He roared.
Mafia? Heck no!