The Beneveti Mafia

17

"Where are we going?" Mauro asks me for the hundredth time.

I ignore his question and just pressed my foot down on the accelerator more and shift up to the highest gear.

To be honest, I don't know where we're going. I just need to leave. I just have to go. I don't care where or who with, I just have to go.

I have no control over anything anymore. Everything that's happened in the past month hasn't been my choice, James and I breaking up, I get kidnapped and forced to join the Beneveti Mafia, and I killed a man.

I'm screaming for help on the inside but nothing comes out on the outside. I feel like I'm drowning in my own void and I can't escape. This darkness in my chest is swallowing me whole with no warning.

I'm breaking and I can feel it. I tried to make every situation the best it could. I made friends in the mafia, I went out on a joy ride, and I dumped a chocolate milkshake on a bimbos head. When all of that disappears it means the sliver of control I do have disappears.

I feel my stomach rumble and growl out of hunger. I kind of regretting dumping that milkshake on her head now. I chuckle to myself.

Mauro's head snapped towards me with a confused look on his face. "What's so funny?"

I smile a little remembering her face and the sound of the glass shattering. "I can't believe I dumped a milkshake on someone's head." I start to laugh uncontrollably.

I hear a second laugh with mine, a laugh I've never heard before. I turn to see a big genuine smile on Mauro's face. No, not a smirk or grin or a condescending smile, a genuine one.

"I like your laugh." I blurted out as the sound replays in my head. He stops immediately after I tell him. Okay then.

I hear him sigh.

"Brynn, I know I've asked this a million times but please tell me where we're going." He sounds desperate.

"I don't know." I say simply.

He analyzes my face trying to see if I'm kidding, when he realizes that I'm not he huffs to himself.

"You don't know?!" He bursts out and reacts not at all I thought he was going to.

"Yeah I don't know!" I bite back matching the tone he has with me.

"So, you're telling me we've been driving for no reason with no destination?" His tone gets louder and louder.

"I just had to get away and clear my head." I have a disgusted look on my face. "I mean this past month hasn't been the easiest month of my life, Mauro. What happened in that diner was just the cherry on top." I can feel my chest tighten as the memories start to replay on my head.

"Okay. Well now that you've cleared your head, lets go back home." He crosses his arms like a child.

"No." I state.

He turns to me with an unbelievable look on his face. His face is turning red and his nostrils are flaring. I guess no one has ever told him no before.

"What. Did. You. Just. Say?" He says very slowly and threatening. I'm not scared, oddly, I'm okay with whatever fate I have. What else do I have to lose?

"I said no. I'm not going back to that bottomless pit you call a home." I give him all the sass I could give.

"Brynn if you don't turn this car around, I'm going to-" I cut him off

"What? What are you going to do to me? What are you going to do that you haven't already? Huh?" I scream with tears wanting to show their way out but I won't let them. I'm not weak. "My boyfriend cheated on me, I've been kidnapped, I joined the mafia, and I even fucking killed someone not even 24 hours ago! I almost just got into a fight in the middle of a diner for crying out loud, and who is the underlying denominator in all of this?!?!" I wait for him to say something but nothing comes out. He just looks at me with a blank stare.

"YOU!" I scream. "You! You! You!" I repeat myself. I feel the fifty pound weight being lifted from my chest as I say these words. Man this feels good.

It's silent. He's silent. We've stopped on the side of the road because I started to lose control of myself and didn't want to put us in danger. He's thinking of something but I just can't tell what it is. My anxiety levels start to sky rocket with the unknown that's going through his brain.

He finally turns to me with hurt in his eyes but it quickly leaves with what's left as a dark burning stare.

"You know what?" He says in a mono toned voice. "Leave." He seethes out. I feel this sting in my heart. He can't be serious.

"W-what?" I start to breath heavily the fifty pound weight slowly starting to weigh back on my chest.

"Leave. If this place is so horrible, if I am so horrible, then leave. I don't want you here anymore." His words felt like venom through my veins. I didn't want to leave, I just wanted to blame my problems on someone.

He really was the cause to a lot of this, but some how with everything that has happened I still feel guilt for blaming him. I didn't want to leave my friends that I made. They were better than any friends I had at home. I didn't want to leave my bedroom. It was a comfort zone for me.

The next word that come out of my mouth I know I'll regret. "Fine." I cross my arms and look down at the steering wheel. My heart feels like it's about to fall out of my butt.

"Get out of the car." Mauro's voice is harsh and low. My heartbeat quickens and I feel stinging in my eyes. Is he really kicking me out of the car?

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