Mafia Enslaved

14

"Let me." I offered to the male student who was struggling to carry the boxes.

"Huh? No! This isn't a woman's job," he said.

"You can't even lift them. I'll do it," I retorted, slightly pushing him aside, and proceeded to pick up the heavy boxes in the storage room, which were filled with speakers.

"Are you sure you can handle them?" he asked.

"Yeah, where should I take them?" I replied.

"To the main hall. Come, I'll help you," he said. We were talking while on our way to the hallway, and I learned that his name is Clark. I saw it on his ID earlier.

"Do you do weightlifting?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow at his question. "You're really strong," he added, scratching his head. It's good to know he's not too intimidated by me, and I found him cute as well.

I appreciate beauty, of course, but sometimes the outer beauty doesn't match the inner beauty of a person. It's like with the three guys we encountered earlier.

Sure, they're handsome, and girls swoon over them, but their personalities are trash. Raven even bumped into me, and when I glared at him, he glared back.

"Tsk, brat," I hissed. I stumbled when someone pushed me from behind, causing me to drop what I was holding.

"M-Mau—" Clark couldn't continue calling my name because Raven glared at him.

I immediately stood up and grabbed Raven's collar. "What's your problem?" I snapped.

"You! You're my problem!" He shot back.

"What did I do to you?"

"You irritate me every time I see you, isn't that reason enough?" He smirked.

"Then, suffer!" I pushed him, causing him to step back. I picked up the box again. I didn't bother looking at Waldrin and Christian; they were too childish. I walked towards the Main Hall, and I felt Clark following me.

"Aren't you afraid of them?" he asked.

"Do I look scared?" I replied. We reached the Main Hall, checked the speakers, and luckily, they were still working fine. The foam inside protected them from damage.

I breathed a sigh of relief, as I would have had to pay for them if they were broken.

"It's a good thing they're not damaged. Let's get back to carrying more," Clark called me. I followed him, but he suddenly stopped, reading a message on his phone. I peeked and saw horror on his face as he read.

"Are you okay?" I asked, and he looked at me, swallowing.

"S-Sorry, Maureen. I have something to do. Can you handle carrying the speakers? I think you can do it." He said and quickly left. I furrowed my brow, but I knew I couldn't do anything about it.

I returned to the stockroom alone. They should have had a trolley or push cart for this; it would have been faster. That's something I'll complain to Madam SC about.

I was surprised to see the speakers stacked on top of cabinets. It seemed like they were all on the ground just moments ago. I blew out a breath and took the ladder from the side to bring down the speakers.

As I was lifting one down, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my side.

"D*mn! Why now?" I hissed. I checked my pockets for narcotics, but I realized they were in my bag. I quickly took one of the packages from the side.

"Ugh! F*ck!" I cursed. I had become dependent on drugs to ease my physical pain, but it was also the cause of my slow demise. I wasn't even sure how much longer I would live.

My life has always been like this: when something in me breaks, it gets replaced. I've had my liver replaced five times, and I've had two pairs of kidneys. I was no longer immortal; I was not a robot. Drugs were my relief from the pain, but they were also the reason for my slow death. I'm not even sure how much time I have left.

My life is far from cool. I live on the brink of death every day.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. The pain was bearable because I had experienced worse.

I sat on the side and hugged my knees. The pain was still there, but it wasn't as intense.

After some time, I heard the sound of a padlock being unlocked outside the stockroom.

"Maureen?" I heard Monique's voice.

I checked my body. The pain in my side was still there, but it wasn't as severe.

"I'm here," I answered.

"My gosh! Raven really did something stupid! You know, we couldn't get in because they put a red note on the door!!!" She hissed and turned on the lights inside.

"It's fine. Luckily, I fell asleep," I said. I stood up and walked towards her, not showing any signs of pain. I took my bag from her and discreetly took one of the packages inside.

"What's a Red Note?" I asked Monique. She glanced at me and sighed.

"You know they're like the law here in school, right? And when they stick a Red Note on something, it means it's off-limits. You can't touch, move, or even look at it," she explained.

Thankfully, her driver was with us because I knew Monique couldn't drive. I could feel my hands trembling, so I stuffed them in my jacket pocket. The medication was starting to take effect.