Charity case
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C H A P T E R F I F T E E N
C H A R I T Y C A S E
“Can I talk to you?”
“Sure. What do you want?”
“I want to understand what it is that is going on. I don’t even understand why I’m here right now, and no offense but I don’t even know who you are”
“Do I look familiar at all?”
“I’m sorry but no”
“That’s not unexpected. Either way, my name is Elijah. Elijah Black. You have already met my son, Nikolaz Black. He was with you when you woke up at the hospital”
“How do I know you guys?”
“It is a long and complicated story. We will get it to it one day but not right now”
“Okay, could you at least tell me why I woke up at a hospital with a gun shot wound and memory loss?”
“You were shot during a business dinner and took a nasty fall to your head”
“Why was I there? How old am I anyways? Am I that old to be involved in business? God, this is so pathetic. I don’t even know my age”
“You’re in your twenties. You are not part of the life, you might be soon though if that is something you are interested in”
“Father?” Nikolaz interrupted us.
“Yes?”
“Could I talk to you please, privately?”
“Sure. Go back upstairs, Ella”
“That’s my name?”
“What?”
“Ella.. is that my name?”
“Yes”
“Alright” she spoke before walking up the stairs again.
“Did you really just tell her that she can join the life or am I growing old and becoming deaf?”
“You are not growing up that is your problem”
“Excuse me?”
“What else do you want me to do, hmm Nikolaz? Do I throw her out, until someone finds her and I hope that they don’t end up linking her to us? Do I tell her the truth and have her killed? Or do I use the opportunity and turn her to our side?”
“You don’t do anything! This was so goddamn stupid, your plan all along was stupid”
“I’m not one to usually demand things like this from my family but son, you f*****g show me the respect I taught you.”
“I.. I’m sorry. I’m just.. shocked. She tried to kill us and now she is supposed to work with us all of the sudden?”
“She did not try to kill us. This girl who stood her in front of us a few minutes ago did not try to kill us, the girl we talked to 2 months ago did, but not this one. Do not punish her fo actions she can not control”
“I did what ?!” Ella spoke, coming downstairs.
Oh great..
Ella’s POV
I run up the stairs again as the tears ran down my face.
I was drowning in my own tears and I couldn’t even explain why. You know how pathetic that felt? Crying.. bring in an intense amount of pain and not even knowing why or when it happened.
“s**t. Are you okay?” I heard him ask as he hurried over to my side.
“For f**k sake white boy, can you leave me for one f*****g second and not treat me as a charity case just because of your daddy’s money?!”
“Charity case? The f**k are you talking about? YOU WANTED TO KILL ME”
“WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?!”
“Ella.. leave” he sighed closing his eyes and I saw his fists clutching itself tightly.
Oh it has come to this then huh? He was considering hitting me? f*****g piece of s**t.
“I’m not leaving before you tell me the whole f*****g story. I don’t know who I am or what I am being blamed for so no, I will not f*****g leave until you tell me the truth. It’s either that or you use your f*****g fist and force me out of here”
He looked down at his fist before exhaling loudly and letting his hand to relax.
“You want the truth? FINE. You were hired by a bunch of people to kill me, to torture my family and everyone I care about. That’s the f*****g truth. You know what’s the worst part about that? The day you were supposed to kill me, you poisoned yourself. You gave the wrong glass to me and poisoned yourself. Funny is it not? How karma can bite someone in the ass and make them loss what they were desiring from someone else”
“You’re sick. You’re sick in the head. Why would I even want to kill anyone, let alone daddy’s little boy?”
“You wanna know why sweetheart?” He spoke walking closer to me. So close.
“You wanna know why?” He whispered as he inched his head towards my ear.
“Because I am the monster under the bed. I am the bad guy parents warn their kids about. I am a killer. I am a son of the mafia and the hidden boss”
“You’re a f*****g piece of s**t that’s what you are-“
“Nik” Elijah’s voice spoke making us both quiet down.
There comes daddy...
God how I hated looking at those two men.. if you could even call them that.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing” Nik replied.
“Sit down” he spoke
I went to walk out but he repeated his last statement.
“Sit down I said”
“So I heard Nik informed you of our business now, and your past intentions”
“If they’re even true. Your son has a tendency of lying”
“Well you have a tendency of wanting to kill us yet you are sitting here right now in our living room and we are have a talk. s**t changes. Get used to it”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why are we sitting here? Why are we having a civilized conversation? Shouldn’t you be bringing me to some secret warehouse and torturing me till you get my memory back so you know who hired me? Shouldn’t you be filling a pool with acid to drown me in it or organizing some other sadistic way to get rid of me and gain the information you need?”
“Good thinking with the acid, not gonna lie. Never tried that before” he said looking at me with an eyebrow raised.
Wonderful, I might have just decided my poison.. literally. “And no. I know exactly who hired you. I also know that they did not hire you. I know that they blackmailed you and manipulated you” he added eventually snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Oh yeah and how do you know that?”
“Because it’s either that or you’re truly stupid to have known the facts and still chose a different side”
God I guess the god complex runs in the whole family then.. huh ?
“It would have been damn helpful if I knew what I f*****g thought. Spoiler alert, I do not”
- Writer
