His Mafia Protector

Chapter 8: Scream

Chapter 8: Down in the Dumps

After I had just stopped screaming, there was a pin-drop silence. I sobbed, tears escaping my eyes. Mom...Dad...if they are both gone, that means both Cam and I were orphans. I looked at Cam and saw that he was clutching the white railing of the staircase, his knees were shaking. There were a few minute splatters of blood beside his head.

He looked like me. Lost. Confused. Shocked. In pain.

I opened my arms and not even seconds later he hurled myself at me, sobbing and clutching me as if he was hanging on for dear life. We just had each other now. I didn't even want to think about the next step.

Possibly it will be to go to a police station and report all the crimes which happened here today and then probably I would need to let Cam go with social service workers. I know, I can keep him with me, as I am an adult, but I didn't even know how to cook. Or how much my family had in terms of financial wealth. Even if I drop out of high school, will I still be able to give him the life he deserves?

I hid my face in the crook of his neck, trying not to focus on all the things going on in my head, but on that fact that at least someone was alive. I am not alone...

"Get up. Hide." These words were said by the girl because of whom I was alive, who had been staring out of the back-door window all this time. I looked at her the same time she glanced at me. Her eyes expressed urgency, even though her whole face was calm, almost aloof to the entire situation.

Cam shivered in my arms. "No, Derek, please, let's just stay here. I don't want to..." he broke off, sobbing. I felt the same way. There is no one who would miss me. Trent, Mel and others would maybe be sad for me, for a few days, but they will move on.

"Leave us here." I whispered, my eyes locking on hers from the floor. The two people who loved me—us, most in this life were lying in a pool of their own blood. Being alive meant nothing now. The crazy ninja girl clenched her jaw. "I will not say it again. Get up and hide." Her words were broken into pieces, as if she was talking to a child.

I refused her order by looking the other way and instead just held Cameron. To hell with being alive. I didn't realize my eyes were shut once again before being pulled up harshly by my forearm wrenched them open. In that motion I had let go of Cam and what I saw the next instant made my blood run cold.

She pointed one of her guns at Cam's head.

"I do not care for your feelings. I do not care for your brother. If you refuse whatever I say, one more time, I will put a bullet in his head and make you watch. And then, I will keep you alive. Do you understand?"

I froze. Not Cameron. I had already lost so much. Not him too. I turned towards her; completely sure that desperation was clear on my face. She gazed into my eyes and suddenly something flashed in her grey ones. She then pursed her lips and then parted them ever so slowly.

"Drama won't help you here, Your Highness." She said, releasing me from her vice-like grip.

I stared at her in shock. Me, expressing my pain, was drama? My parents died in front of me, murdered, and she says that? I wasn't furious at her remark. No, I wasn't. I was livid. As it is, I wasn't thinking straight, who would in this situation, but her remark tipped me over the edge of sanity. All my life I had been taught to respect girls, treat them nicely. But for a moment there, I wanted to hurl something at her...hurt her...kill her...just so she understands my pain.

"Oh, how dare you?" I said in a whisper. The assassin just c****d a clean eyebrow at me. "What was that, Prince? I didn't quite get that." She smirked as she just leaned on the wall in front of me.

And I just...snapped. There was a level to which a person can stand. Push him over the edge and he goes mental. Her remark pushed me off the cliff. I leapt for her and was just so close...so close to get my hands on her...to strangle her but I jumped back when my eyes met a black hole. I distinctly heard Cameron shriek my name in fear.

That black hole being the muzzle. The part where bullets come out. I saw her profile and saw that her stance had hardly changed. She just had raised her arm, so that the barrel was pointed in between my eyes. I gulped. While I stared at down at certain death, I chastised myself. What was I doing? Did I really think that I could take down an assassin? My life, which I used to think was perfect before was in shambles. 

My gaze refocused on her when she began to speak. 

"So, the Prince actually has a temper, does he?" She drawled, straightening up and coming near me, bending her arm so now the muzzle was pointed at the corner of my head. She leaned towards my shaking body, her lavender scent enveloping me. Her lips were touching my ear as she spoke, every now and then.

"Do not tempt me, Your Highness. I can blow the brains out of that cute little face, any given point of time. Your body won't be even found. I will make you watch while I torture your little brother first" She said slowly her message broken in pieces, maybe so I could get what she means.

The whole room grew quiet. I couldn't hear Cameron anymore, but I controlled myself from checking if he was still there. I had a feeling that the psychotic girl in front of me wouldn't hesitate to shoot if I made the tiniest move.

She analyzed me. "You might want to duck." Then, before I could even let her words sink in, I was thrown face-down on the hard floor as I heard glass breaking.