5
A tragedy.
"Aim," I raise my arm.
"Ready..."
My forehead trickled im sweat as I wait for my cue. "Shoot!"
With a pull of the trigger, the bullet sped through the metal target. Another bullet soon followed, A third then a fourth.
Anger soared within me, "What's going on?" My stupid of a cousin questioned. An idiotic look sketched on his pathetic face. Everything around me angered me, they all knew why. It piled more into my emotions as he played innocent.
He should've said no, he should've defended me!
"Elixir." My father acknowledges my presence.
I slightly bow my head in respect of the don. "Papa, you summoned me?" I kissed his cheek once I neared the large oak desk. He waves a hand facing down, urging me to take a seat.
"I hope you know that everything I do is for you, dear." He sighs, "I don't wish for you to rebel against my decisions. I'm doing what's best for the familia."
My heart raced, I never was a fan of these types of conversations. They made me anxious and confused. I never liked anxiety and confusion. With a sigh, he started out.
"I hope you know that I love you darling and I did everything I could to protect you." he explained.
Tears dripped down my face continuously. Knocking the chair over as I stand, quickly turning my heel to make an escape. It felt as if the office was suffocating me. My father made no move to stop me, he knew that I could never forgive him. My eyes blurred making it harder to see but I still ran. Eventually, I got tired of running. My back against the maroon colored wall. Ugly sobs coming out as I slid down.
I cradled my knees to my chest, resting my head.
My chest tightened. No one deserved this. I don't deserve this and Stavros sure as hell doesn't. Anger rose within me, I have a voice! I'm allowed to decide for myself. I'm 21, no longer a child.
Wanting to rid of this anger, I went to the backyard. Calling up the house helps to prepare my gear.
I aimed the gun to my cousins face, "Vernamina Elixir what the fuck are you doing?!" He exclaimed.
"You're one to question me but you're also one that wronged me." Slowly, he raised his arms in sign of submission. "You fucking knew, Dame!"
It fueled my anger more that he was acting stupid. Like he knew nothing, when in fact he's the one who suggested this idea. My father agreed, they decided against my will.
I pulled the glock slide. "Listen Vena, I don't know what you'r-" With a tug, pulling the trigger. "What the fuck- you almost shot me!"
My mouth parted slightly as I gather my thoughts. I made eye contact with his eyes. "Dame," with a pause. I couldn't form a single word without tearing up. "How could you?" My arm lowered.
His eyes soften, shoulders sagged ever so slightly.
"It's not fair!" I threw the gun at him. "It's not fair," I choked up on a sob as I dropped to my knees. One by one my tears fell. My chest heaved as my shoulders shook.
I scream out a cry.
In a stranger's point of view, I would seem like a rich spoiled girl that didn't get the shoes she wanted because daddy cut off her credit card.
"Argh fuck!" Damocles crouched in pain. His calve bled of crimson. I turn to the shooter, his eyes filled with vehemence and offense. With questionable eyes his meet mine. One question swirling in those green crystal orbs.
Who caused you pain?
Averting my gaze elsewhere as I didn't want to say who and why. He would raise hell if he knew and my family wouldn't handle it. They wouldn't stand a chance with the wrath of the Philedelphia's heir.
Silence engulfed us all, my cousin's cries of agony the only thing heard. Stavros' eyes roamed the perimeter. He eyed each and every one of the helps. They only acknowledge with a bow of their head, afraid to meet the devil's eyes.
"I'm gonna ask this once," his voice loud and clear. "Once I do, all of you should answer truthfully. Or suffer the consequences." He paused to look at me in the eye once more, "Who. Fucking. Made her. Cry?"
No one piped out a word.
A help cried out, "Parakaló kýrie xéroume típota!" She kneeled in front of us.
He glared at the help. With a clenched jaw, his hand tightened on the pistol.
My feet moved subconciously, next thing I know I held his arm. His tense muscles visibly relax under my touch. Tugging him towards me, my other hand reached out to cup his jaw. Averting his cold stare into mine, the once hard cold green softened.
"Calm down," my voice came out soft like a feather. "They didn't do anything."
I wished he saw the message in my eyes. It pained me more now that he faced me, not knowing why I cried.
Turning to the helps, "Please get the doctor to patch up my cousin. I'm sorry for the burden I've caused."
Stavros' arm still in my hold, I turned to leave.
If the situation were different, I would've found how funny we probably look right now. A girl, dragging the most feared heir behind her. Him bidding at her every command.
Yanking the door open with my unoccupied hand, I threw him inside my room. Getting in myself, I close the door. Leaning on it slightly as he stared at me with intense eyes.
He took up most of the space on my bed. An eyebrow arched, He demanded answers.
God help me.