La Principessa della Mafia

Chapter 9: Weird

Chapter 9: Weird

(A/N I want to add a trigger warning for self harming in this chapter.)

Dane's POV

It's been three days since the ball. Aniyah has been acting weird lately and I want to know what's going on. Ever since the ball she's been more on guard and avoiding me and the others. I can understand her avoiding her biological family but not Daxton and the rest of the gang. I know something happened at the ball but I can't figure out what. Since I can't figure it out I called in reinforcements. Right now Aniyah is at the gym for her daily workout which is now 3 extra hours and the rest of us are in her father's conference room.

"Dane you called this meeting so why are we all here?" Allessandro asked.

"We're here to talk about Aniyah. Something is going on and I want to know what. Ever since the ball she's been acting weird. She's always on edge and she's working out more than normal. All of these things are classic signs that something or someone is bothering her. I know it's not any of us because she's not talking to you (the biologicals) because she doesn't really trust you and she's avoiding us (the gang and Daxton) like the plague. I looked into the security cameras of the ball, which by the way were way too easy to hack and I found nothing. That could mean one of two things. 1. Someone deleted the footage so that we couldn't see or 2. Aniyah deleted the footage so we couldn't see. And based on her track record I'm going with number two."

After sitting in silence for a couple minutes, Nicolo finally spoke up.

"How about this? We give her a couple days. If it gets worse then we confront her on it but if not then we let it go for now."

Everyone nodded in agreement so we left the room and went our separate ways.

~ 1 week later

Aniyah's POV

It's been a week and a half since the mafia ball. I've been doing my best to ignore everyone. I can't put them in danger.

I know that it's bad but I can't really help it. I've been over exerting myself in the gym and haven't really been eating unless it's dinner. I'm actually kind of surprised that no one has noticed.

After my workout in the gym I decided to take a nap. After sleeping for a while I woke up drenched in sweat and hyperventilating. I walked to the bathroom and fell onto the floor. Memories and voices kept coming into my head. In the corner of my eye I could see something glistening. I looked to my right to see a blade that had fallen off of my fallen razer blade.

I picked up the blade and stared at it for a while. I looked from my arm to the blade and back to my arm. Somewhere in between the blade had made contact with my arm. I could feel the relief swarming in and couldn't help but to make another cut, then another and another. By the time I was done there were a total of 6 cuts on my left arm and 4 on my right.

After the relief left I felt guilty. I promised I would never cut again. It was a hard journey to stop in the first place. After I cleaned my cuts I grabbed all the razor blades and sharp objects in my bathroom and bedroom except for my knives that I never use unless I'm torturing or have a job. I put all the objects into a bag and sat the bag behind the door.

I looked at the time and realized that I was late to dinner. The house was kind of warm but I threw on a black sweatshirt with black biker shorts and headed downstairs to dinner. I sat down at my seat and soon dinner was brought in.

As normal dinner was quiet other than the normal of everyone telling their day until it got to me.

"I just worked out and worked on some documents for my company," I said, moving my food around with my fork. I couldn't look them in the eyes after what I had just done.