Chapter Two: Unrequited Crush
ANABETH COLLINS Every girl's innocent and not so innocent dream. Every guy's threat. Everyone adores him. The man is the perfect example of a perfect man. Handsome, smart, kind. He has all the good qualities and attitudes that I don't. I shrank back at the thought. I always see hima and I can only admire him from afar. Because as clichè as it sounds, a loser like me can only do that much. I'm not even sure if I have the right to even attempt to have a crush on him. Like what I've been doing for a year now. A large hand in front of me stopped me from daydreaming, blinking at the hand before looking up. I blushed when I saw Irah smiling and quickly hid it using my hair before accepting his help. His hands are rough and I could feel bumps and cuts from it but assumed it's because of him being sporty. You see, Irah is not only the smartest, richest guy in their School, he's also talented and sporty. "I'm sorry. Are you hurt?" His gentle and caring voice almost melted me. His voice sounded so beautiful, like the ones you hear from audiobooks. I can listen to his voice all day. "I-I'm fine." I stuttered and lowered my head in shame. "So stupid of me to not look where I'm going." Irah laughed and it warmed my stomach. Even his laugh is addicting. God, am I obsessing too much? I caught sight of the time and gasped loudly. "It's okay! Gotta go!" I side stepped him before running down the hall. Not a graceful sight to see but as much as I'd love to stay and have a conversation with him, Mrs. Hendricks terrifies me more! I let out a huge sigh of relief when I did not see her in her place in front of the class before sitting on my seat. I wiped my forehead before catching my breath. Now that I'm alone, the feelings caught up to me and I almost squealed in delight. Gosh, I sounded like a teenager going to One Direction's concert for the first time! I must have looked like a stuttering fan in front of him. But that's what I felt when I saw him that close for the first time! I only had the luxury of watching him play tennis or badminton secretly from the bench. And when I thought he was handsome, then. I'm actually wrong. Irah King is gorgeous in person! He looked a lot like Leonardo De Carpio and Ian Salvatore! He has a beautiful set of blue eyes, pointed and high nose, his lips are pinkish and looks so soft! Gee, now I plainly sound like a pervert. "You're late again, girl." I was snapped out of my day dream when I heard Monique, my best friend's voice. We've been friends since forever and we knew each other from inside out. Monique knew about my secrets and I knew about hers. As a shy introvert, I often withdraw myself from others. I like being alone and eating alone. Until Monique came and demanded she eat with me. Monique told me that I looked so lonely that's why she joined me. I smiled for the first time and allowed her to stay close. We've been through sky and land, ups and downs, thick and thin. "Not really. I got here on time." I denied like I usually do before motioning her to come closer and whispered in her ears. "I bumped into Irah King on my way here." "No way." Monique exclaimed, completely amazed. "You're kidding." "I wish. I even felt his hand." To my utter surprise and annoyance, Monique squealed like a pig and it gained the attention of their classmates. All eyes are now on us, making me want to hide from their judging eyes. Curse my ever so noisy friend! "What? You guys haven't seen a face this pretty?" I heard Monique scoff and I took a peek from the safety of my hair to see our classmates looking away. Monique has always been the feisty and extroverted one and I sometimes envy her for it. If only I have her confidence maybe then I'll be treated fairly. I won't be the center of laughter or gossip. I won't be receiving judging eyes and insults. Monique was about to ask more when Mrs. Hendricks strode in with her head held high and a stern look on her face. "Good morning, class." A round of mumbles and lazy answers were heard, and Mrs. Hendricks raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Shall I wake your dead brains with a recitation?" "Good morning!" Everyone including me shouted loudly this time. "That's what I thought. As you can see, I have prepared a projector and screen here for a presentation you need to see and a former student of mine will do the honor." She informed us while pointing at the projector on top of her table and the white screen upfront. "Come in." I yawned and stared boredly at the door but my eyes widened when I saw who just entered the room. A series of screams and squeals was heard around the classroom but I remained dumbstruck just staring at the man in front of us in shock. "Hello. My name is Irah King and I'll be presenting a project I did way back. Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Hendricks. Nice to meet you all." He'll be the one presenting it? Oh no, I remember her saying we'll have a quiz right after. How will I be able to focus when he'll be the one to talk? Our eyes met and Irah actually smiled at me, making my cheeks automatically reddened. My freaking Donut, how?!Chapter Twelve: The New Mafia LordURIAH KINGDays have passed since I destroyed the auction. The auction I was aware of but ignored because I had nothing to do with them and because I benefited from them in some other way. Benefits are one thing, touching Anabeth is another and they even dared to sell her. It's been days but the image of her standing on the stage with multiple men throwing their filthy money just to buy her is still on my mind. I faced countless enemies and danger half of my life, but that moment scared and infuriated me to no end. Fuck, remembering the moment I received a call saying she escaped replayed in my mind. My blood ran cold and my mind stopped working for a minute before I managed to keep my cool. I ordered all my men to search for her everywhere. I felt like losing my mind when hours passed without any sign of her until they caught sight of her in a bus. I didn't care that I'd be inheriting the Mafia from my Uncle tomorrow. I didn't care that the enemi
Chapter Eleven: Back in the Devil's ArmsANABETH COLLINSI can't take it anymore. Every night, I am filled with constant fear for my safety. My only companion is myself and the silence surrounding me in this mansion. Yes, I'm alive, yes I am treated fairly, and yes I am treating the injured members, but this isn't the life I deserve. This isn't what I dreamed of. And so even if it's dangerous, even if it might cost my life, I took the chance I had and escaped. It was the first time I left the mansion after a week, and I was in the car being transported to a hospital to get everything I needed. I was only accompanied by one of Uriah's men, and I took advantage of that by running away from him. Luck was on my side because the street was filled with people and I lost him in the middle. I looked over my shoulder every two seconds to make sure he wasn't following me, and sighed in relief when I was sitting in a bus that will take me home. I felt sorry for Liam because Uriah will surely
Chapter Ten: The Mafia DoctorANABETH COLLINS I lost count of how many times I tried to escape this hell I was forced to live in. I tried running away when I thought no one was around, but one of Uriah's men appeared out of thin air. I tried playing sick, thinking they would take me to the hospital, but they called a doctor instead. I tried everything I could but nothing was working and all my hopes of escaping this place crumbled to the ground. My first night in the mansion was full of anxiety. I don't even know how I slept knowing I was captured against my will. Maybe because my body was just really tired, but my mind never stopped working. I thought of Uriah and those eyes of his. How he uttered the words 'You're mine now' as if it was a warning. The next morning, a knock on the door woke me up. The door slowly opened and a man with a buzz cut with sharp eyes entered. His steps were confident and not hesitant, making me think he wasn't just anyone."Good morning, Doc. My name
Chapter Nine: Captured by the Mafia DonANABETH COLLINSI thought everything was just a nightmare. A dream caused by so much stress. But no. It's too clear for it to be a dream. Uriah's sharp eyes are too real for it to be an illusion of a dream. I just wanted to go home after a long shift, eat a bowl of noodles and lay in my bed. Is that too much to ask? I didn't ask for any of this!The surroundings were too quiet. Not a soul or a single car in sight. There's only the faint smell of the burning smell in the air. If I were to scream for help, would anyone even hear me? I regretted letting my curiosity win. I should have ignored the sound. I should have let my instinct win and run like I was being chased by the devil. For a nurse, I sure have no basic survival instinct! It was too late to back out now. I have already seen everything. The image of him wearing all black while holding a gun and a dead man on his feet is more clear now. My eyes didn't fail to notice the blood on his ch
Chapter Eight: I Can't Let You Go NowURIAH KINGYou will hear nothing around the abandoned warehouse but screams of pain, and cries of mercy. How long have I been hearing them? I can't even remember anymore. I guess I grew up hearing them and I grew tired of them, and eventually felt nothing altogether. "Please, Uriah! I am begging you! I have a wife and children waiting for me at home! I will never do it again! I swear to God!" Mauricio, one of the Don, my uncle's security, cried desperately, looking pathetic with his face covered with his own tears and snot. A cold smirk left my lips as I held the thin stick in my lips, exhaling the toxic smoke. "Come on now. Don't swear to God. God didn't tell you to betray your boss, the one who feeds your family, and sell information to the Italians, did he?" "I-I was just desperate! My son was sick and he needed immediate medical care, Uriah!"Killian, who was the one doing the torturing, let out a cold laugh. "Būllshit. Do you really think
Chapter Seven: Death on Your DoorstepANABETH COLLINS "How are you feeling today, Daisy?" I asked the sweet lady while checking her vital signs.She was admitted here last week because of a stomachache that later turned out to be cancer. She reminded me of my late grandma I also lost to pancreatic cancer. Daisy is a sweet old lady and her family loves her. "I feel like I can leave anytime soon, dear." Daisy replied with a smile and I smiled back, noting her blood pressure, temperature, abd heart and pulse rate. "Don't say such things like that, Daisy. You still have a granddaughter you will see." I tried to comfort her although we all know the truth. Her cancer is progressing fast and unfortunately, she's at Stage 4, and Doctor Mike already told her family to spend as much time with her as they can. People deemed nurses and doctors as heartless, but no. We can feel emotion and we can emphatize with the patients, we just can't show it, and sometimes, you just really get used to it.