Fuck. I felt broken.
I had been discarded like an old toy on the floor of the library. Anton had laughed when he had Thai beat me up. Thai looked like he’d been having the time of his life. Thai had broken a couple ribs for sure, I had a black eye and a split lip. I was surprised that’s all I had because I knew how lethal he could be.
I was now curled up on the bed in the library, I had been told this was my new “room”. I stared out the window, watching the birds as they flew past. I was jealous of their freedom, the way that they could go anywhere in the world. I wished I was anywhere else in the world right now.
I mostly wanted to be with my friends and family though, I missed them so much. I knew how long I had been away now because I’d overheard the date from one of the guards.
It was Monday 13th January. I should be in school right now, listening to the teachers ramble on about shit we wouldn’t need in our adult lives. I should be with my friends, listening to them joke on and tease each other. I should be with the guy I was head over heels in love with.
I am here, feeling like I’ve been trampled on by a heard of wild, angry elephants. The thought crossed my mind that Thai would be given permission to kill me, and for a split second, I wished he had done it because then I would have been out of my misery.
I heard the door open and close quickly, I didn’t look up, but I knew it was one of the twins. I heard a soft thud on my bedside table, knowing it was a plate of food. When I didn’t make any move to turn and eat, a voice broke through the silence
“You need to eat,” Ace said.
I groaned and moved to sit up. Every move I made was agony, but I kept my mouth shut as I manoeuvred myself into a sitting position, not letting him know how much pain I was in. I glared at Ace as he sat down in a chair across from me.
There had been strict instructions for someone to sit with me while I ate. I looked down at the plate, seeing a bowl of tomato soup and a bread roll.
“I’m not a child, I don’t need a babysitter,” I snapped at him.
“I know you don’t, but Anton thinks you do, so here I am,” Ace replied.
I rolled my eyes and reached for the spoon, I had to inch forward slightly to do so. The pain shot through me very quickly and I gasped.
“Fucking hell,” I almost shouted.
Ace was by my side in a split second, his face was etched with concern. He was helping me sit back up then moved me into a lying position. I watched as Ace grabbed the chair and moved it towards the bed, he picked up the bowl and spoon then helped me to eat. I gave him a wary expression as he did this but ate without complaint.
I swear I almost choked on the soup when he said those words. The look of shock on my face must have been so obvious.
“What did you just say?” I asked him.
“I said I was sorry, you didn’t deserve what Thai did to you.”
I stared at him dumbfounded before I said, “I don’t understand, why are you apologising?”
“I’m not as heartless or cruel as you think I am, I will do as I’m told but I don’t like seeing shit like that,” he told me.
“Not as heartless? I’ve seen some of the fucked up shit you and Dante do,” I snapped.
“Yeah, and who is the one who’s more involved?” Ace countered.
I thought about it for a second, thinking back to the times that I saw Ace and Dante doing a “job”. Dante was always the one who did the actual dirty work, and he did seem to enjoy himself more. Ace tended to be the one who held the person while Dante did his work.
“See, you know am right,” Ace said, breaking through my thoughts.
Ace took my empty bowl and the plate then walked out. I was left by myself again.
I shuffled slightly, turning back to look out the window. There was no more birds, they had flown off. God, how I wished to be that free. I just felt like a caged bird, able to move about a tiny space but not able to actually leave.
I attempted to reshuffle myself but when a burst of pain shot through me again, I rethought that idea. I closed my eyes and pulled the thin blanket up over me. Before long, I was pulled into a deep sleep.
It had been one week and two days since I had been taken from the party. I was counting each day, keeping track of when it was. My fear of losing time kept me counting.
I hadn’t seen Anton in a few days, he had come by to taunt me for a little while then fucked off again. I didn’t know where he went, and I don’t think I wanted to know.
Dante and Ace kept coming in to give me food. Ace hadn’t said much since the day he apologised to me and Dante rarely did anything but glare at me the entire time. He would never help like Ace, he just impatiently watched me as I struggled to eat.
It was late in the afternoon and I was bored out of my mind, as usual. I had started to feel better, my ribs didn’t hurt as much but I could still feel the break. I got up from the bed and walked over to one of the bookcases. Maybe there was something I could read.
I was skimming the books when my foot hit one of the cardboard boxes. I looked down, deciding that these boxes may be more inter to go through than to read a book. It’s not like anyone here needs them anymore.
I sat down, crossing my legs and pulled the nearest box towards me. I ripped the lid off, looking at the mass amount of papers which the box held. My curiosity got the better of me and I couldn’t help but read the files that were here.
I spent my afternoon reading the files, finding out about the different lives of so many people. Some of patients seemed to get better and were released but others had died here of old age, infection or “unfortunate circumstances”. I had also found information on the hospital itself. It had been built in 1873 and had closed down only ten years ago due to the lack of funds. Everyone had been either reassessed to see if they were fit to leave or transferred other hospitals. The hospital had been split into two wings, one for adults and one for children.
I closed the lid of my third box and grabbed another one. I opened the lid quickly, coughing at the dust. This one had been pushed in the corner, forgotten almost.
I opened the first file and came face to face with the picture of a little girl. She couldn’t have been older than eight or nine. I read through these files slowly, trying to understand how a child could be admitted to a mental institution.
When I picked up the final file, I froze as I read the name.
Name: Thai Kingsley
D.O.B: 3 March 1995
Date admitted: 8 August 2003
Date of Release: 12 March 2010 (aged 15)
I stared at the picture of a grumpy faced little boy. I could see the anger in those familiar eyes. Thai had been admitted here for seven years. Why had he been released and why would Anton be so cruel to bring him back?
I knew my food would be arriving soon, so I shoved all the boxes back into place. Taking Thai’s file, I moved myself back over to the bed, stuffing it under the pillow.
Within seconds of me shoving the file under the pillow, Dante walked in. He didn’t have food this time though. He gave me a signal which meant to follow him.
I followed him all the way back to the room I woke up in. He barked an order for me to take a shower and to put on the clothes, which were lying on the bed.
I did as I was told as I didn’t want to aggravate him. I was beyond happy to take a shower. This had been the first they’d let me have and I was starting to feel disgusting. Body wash and shampoo had been put in the bathroom for me to use as well as a toothbrush and toothpaste.
There was a bathroom just off from the library with just a toilet and sink so I had been trying to have a wash every day, but I still felt grim.
I turned on the water and stepped into the shower. I took a deep breath and let the water run down me. Once I was done, I dried in the bathroom, wrapping my hair up in a towel. I brushed my teeth then went into the bedroom.
I looked at the clothes in front of me. There was clean underwear, pair of black leggings, a tank top, and a knit jumper. I put these on quickly, praying no one would come in. A hairbrush and two bobbles had also been left out for me.
I towel dried my hair as much as I could then brushed it. I put it into two plaits to keep it out of my face. I looked in the bathroom mirror, my lip was healed, and the black eye was pretty much gone. I swept my fringe to one side, out of my eyes.
I was putting my socks on when the door opened, and Dante burst through. He looked me up and down, giving me a curt nod.
“Let’s go,” he said then turned.
I followed closely behind, and we took the same walk to the dining hall. Anton was sat in the same place as last time, he was typing away at his phone.
He looked up at me as I sat down then returned his gaze to his phone.
“You look less shit,” he said, not looking at me.
I glared at him, wishing I was able to explode his head with my thoughts. But alas, no. The bastard’s head didn’t explode.
A plate of pasta was placed in front of me. I didn’t realise how hungry I was until the smell hit my nose. I started to eat. Anton didn’t say much for a little while as he was still typing away on his phone.
“So,” Anton said loudly. “How are you enjoying your stay?”
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked him.
“Is everything not to your liking?” Anton asked me, his face smug.
“Anton, just let me go. You have no reason to keep me here. Jax is dead and you’re in charge now. Why don’t you just let me go?”
“Well, you see. It wasn’t actually my idea to bring you here,” he said simply.
“Well, who’s was it?” I asked, confused
The door opened and I heard the slow click of heels on the concrete floor. I turned my head to see who it was. My eyes widened in surprise and shock but at the same time, I wasn’t the least bit surprised.
She was dressed in a tight red dress which hugged her in all the right places, and she had on stiletto heels. Her hair was pin straight and was swishing in time with her steps. She walked with purpose across the room towards Anton, putting a hand on his shoulder. She leaned down and kissed him.
I had to stop myself throwing up at the sight of it.
“Addison,” I said, my words laced with venom.
“Hey, long time no see. Do you know how worried everyone is?” Addison put on a face of fake worry.
“Fuck you,” I spat.
Addison’s face turned from “worry” to rage. Addison flew over to me, hand up against my throat, her sharp nails digging into to me skin.
“Wanna rethink what you just said?” She asked me, her eyes wild.
I didn’t say a word, I knew that Anton needed me alive for something so he wouldn’t let her kill me.
After a moment, Anton finally spoke. He had a bored look on his face, “Addison, stop.”
Like something switched on in her head, she immediately let me go before walking out of the room again, her heels hitting off of the concrete.
What the hell? I placed my hand instinctively on my neck, feeling the indentations of my cousin’s nails.
“What did you do to her?” I asked Anton.
“What do you mean? I simply trained her,” he replied.
“Trained? To me, it seems like you’ve brainwashed her!” I snapped.
I didn’t like my cousin, but it wasn’t fair what he did to her, no one deserved that. Well, except maybe Anton.
Hopefully someone would brainwash him into jumping in front of a moving train.
Anton didn’t reply, he simply smiled at me. It wasn’t a nice smile either, it was twisted. He picked up his fork and started to eat his food. I glanced down at my own food, suddenly not feeling hungry.
“I would like to go back now,” I said to him.
“Actually, I wanted to speak to you about something,” Anton replied.
I looked at the twat cautiously, waiting for him to continue.
“So, I have developed a close business relationship with Luciano Guiys, and I would like your help in closing this deal.”
I couldn’t help it, my mouth dropped open as I stared in disbelief at Anton. He couldn’t be serious? Luciano was Jax’s uncle and was one of the worst people you could ever meet. Yes, Jax was cruel and Thai was very mentally unstable, but his uncle just took the piss.
Luciano was pure evil. He was ten times worse than Jax. I had met him a few times and even Jax was scared of him. He was Marco, Jax’s father’s, younger brother. He had been furious that his own father had chosen Marco to take over things.
To be honest, I couldn’t blame Jax’s grandfather Vincenzo for passing Luciano over because he was a straight up psycho.
“You’re not serious, right?” I asked Anton.
“Oh, I’m dead serious sweetheart,” he replied.
“Anton, he’s a fucking psychopath!” I almost yelled. “Even Jax was scared of him!”
“Yeah, but Jax was an idiot,” Anton stated.
I didn’t agree with that. Jax was cruel and a dickhead but he wasn’t an idiot, he was clever and calculated.
“Why do you need me? I’ve got nothing to offer him,” I said.
Anton looked at me for a second before smirking. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”
“Wha…” I stopped myself before continuing, realising what he was on about.
“Luciano has always had a thing for you. He would close this deal if he got to have a night with you.”
I stood quickly, the chair flinging back as I did. It made a loud noise as it hit the ground.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?! I will not spend the night with that bastard! You have to be one crazy motherfucker if you think I would ever do that!” I screamed.
“What the fuck?” I heard a voice mumble.
I glanced to the right and saw the twins. Dante didn’t look fazed at all but Ace didn’t seem to be very impressed with the idea. He was looking at Anton with shock.
“What makes you think you will have a choice, sweetheart?” Anton said, rising from his chair.
He moved with precision around the table until he was right in front of me, towering over me. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back.
“You will do as I say or it’ll be the end for that pretty little family of yours.”
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