Queen of the Underworld

45

"Stop! Stop! You can't do this! Stop!" I ran over to Giovanni, who had come back from Sicily to ruin my life.

Have you ever felt like the universe is experimenting on you?

Like, they are trying new ways to challenge the earths population, but they need to see if they work first, so they try all the new things they came up with on you?

I feel that right now. Either that, or I'm just one big comedy show to the universe. They love seeing the reactions they get from me, so they keep throwing shit my way.

Just one big game of "How Can We Screw With Anastasia Today?"

Because, no matter how many times I am thrown down to the ground and smeared with shit, somehow...somehow, the gods above keep believing I can handle more.

Lorenzo stopped me in my tracks, blocking my path. When I tried to sidestep him, he grabbed my arm and wouldn't let me go. "Stop this."

But, the funny thing is, I don't think I can handle anymore.

Yanking my arm away from him, I ran behind Giovanni again.

"Gio, no! Please Gio! Non farlo! Per favore!" Veronica tried to free herself from Giovanni and make her way over to me. She pushed, pulled, yanked, stomped, but nothing made him let go.

Matter of fact, I think I am sick and tired of handling shit.

It was the last day before school went back into session after spring break. It was three in the afternoon and everything was going wrong.

When I saw Giovanni enter the house, I knew something was really bad.

Then, they told me that they thought it best if we were all separated indefinitely.

Giovanni said that he was responsible for the lives of Nicolas and Vee, so he wouldn't put them in danger like this. He came, told them to pack their bags and is now ushering them into an SUV that will take them to a plane back to Sicily, where they will be safer.

A few hours ago, Mateo and Gabriel were forced into a plane that took them straight to Colombia. Lorenzo said their clothes and belongings would be sent over later, and then they left. He supposedly talked to my brother and he said he would take them until Lorenzo wanted them back. Which, of course, was indefinitely.

I didn't get to say goodbye.

Now, Veronica and Nicolas were in the same situation. But, as opposed to Veronica, Nicolas seemed completely at ease with this situation. He didn't protest, or make any signs of defiance. He simply nodded and made his way to the car, not glancing back a single time.

Ever since we got attacked a week and a half ago, he had barely spoken to me. But since he has barely spoken to anyone, I didn't think much of it. We all need time to recover from that, especially me, who still has trouble walking down steps without wincing with every movement.

Flashback:

"Hey," I stepped into his room. He glanced up at me from his phone, when he saw who it was, he put it down and sat straighter.

"Hi."

I made my way over to him, sitting in front of him on his bed. "How's the head?" He was still a pretty shaky from the crash, getting headaches here and there.

"Getting better." He paused for a second, a whirl of emotions flashed through his eyes. "How are you? Are you feeling any better?"

I nodded and scooted a little closer to him, "better. Still a little painful in the side, but getting better."