Mafia's collateral (M Book2)

The Ghost of Sarina

>>Azef

I shook my head at her, "I don't know," I lied with my eyes wide open, "I don't know why she did that!" I actually had no idea why she did that.

Maybe she just wanted me to be seen. Maybe it was something else. I would never know.

She came and grabbed my mouth, "You're lying," I grimaced as her smelly breath made its way to me, "You're a little lying bitch! All men are,"

I shook my head in denial, "No," I could never tell her Sarina was coming here.
Never

She threw me on the mattress violently, "Liar!" Then she took another swig from the bottle, the alcohol burning its way down her throat, intensifying the fire within.

"Damn you!" She screamed, her voice raw and desperate, reverberating off the walls. Her hand shook as she raised the bottle again, but when she tried to drink from it again, she realized it was empty.

With a sudden, violent motion, she hurled the bottle across the room. It shattered against the wall behind me, making me flinch violently. With a satisfying crash, the shards spread out in all directions yet I didn't move from my position. I kept laying where I was without a sound even after a shard cut through me.

The sound of breaking glass seemed to release something within her, and she let out a guttural, anguished cry. She grabbed at her hair, her fingers tangling in the gray strands, pulling hard enough to make her scalp sting. Tears blurred her vision, but she refused to let them fall.

"Why?" she sobbed, her voice cracking. "Why did you do this to me?" I already knew she was mentally never okay.

She dropped to her knees, her body shaking with rage and despair. She clawed at the floor, her nails scraping against the wood, leaving angry red marks.

She screamed again, a primal, heart-wrenching sound, her hands gripping her hair so tightly that it felt like she might tear it out.

I bit my lips while I watched her silently.

She then brought her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth, the motion somehow soothing in its repetitiveness.

Her sobs quieted, turning into soft, hiccupping breaths. She let go of her hair, her hands falling limp at her sides. The fight had drained out of her, leaving her empty and hollow.

"AH~ Fu**" She cursed, "That bastard," She was looking at the ceiling with a deranged look in her eyes, "You'll never be happy!"

She roughly rubbed the corner of her eyes and stood up. Then she walked out of my room.

I watched her

With her gone, silence came over my room again. But there was one thing on my mind as I looked in the direction she had left.

She left the door open.

***

The window was something I had opened. So I never dared to step out of it because I was afraid, but she left the door open on her own.

She did it.

Not me

So, I could go out, right?

I had my backpack on me. One I used to take to school. It was one, small, and tattered. But I wanted to use it for something. I ran outside, first to the place where Sarina's bloody shoe was. I picked it up and put it in the bag.

Then I went out to the road, to look for something else. I had no idea if I could find anything or not, but I wanted to look.

There was one thing specifically I was looking for.