Mafially Yours

5

"I'm not going to ask for your permission."

I wasn't sure if this was my luck to always wake up to yelling or if it was that Huncho always yells, but his voice instantly woke me up.

"Well, you should. Because we all live here." An unfamiliar voice responded.

I groaned, blinked, and rolled on my back. What were they talking about, and why were they yelling? I scanned the room for any sort of clock. When I saw that it was 7:15, I wanted to get up and yell at them for waking me up that early when I slept so late.

"Did you forget who you're talking to? Because I can easily remind you."

His words were so harsh and cold, but that made me curious about what happened and what made him speak with that tone to someone who apparently, lived with him in the same house.

"Huncho, you're not thinking clearly. I know she's his daughter, and you want to protect her just for him, but there are limits." The unfamiliar voice responded. My eyes widened, and my heart dropped. Are they talking about me?

"Lower your voice," Huncho yelled. That was ironic how someone could yell about yelling. I got myself out of bed, put my shoes back on, tiptoed to the door, and pressed my ear against it to hear everything.

"Huncho, for f**k's sake, think clearly for once." The man hissed.

"You're the one who's going to teach me how to think?" He laughed and said, "I'm going to take your permission or anyone's permission."

I frowned. "She is here now, and she will stay here until I say otherwise."

"I can't believe you, Huncho, I can't believe you have the heart to sleep in the same house with the one who created all of this."

My heart dropped. Without thinking about my actions, I pulled away from the door and twisted the knob. I walked out into the hallway and faced their angry eyes, staring straight at me.

"Are you talking about me?" My voice was weak, and I hated it. But I was scared. I was terrified. What did I create? Am I causing them problems by staying here?

"Elena, go back to your room." Huncho coldly waved me off.

"No, I need to know what I did." I stepped closer, which angered Huncho and made him take a step in front of them. That gesture was enough for me to know that they were indeed talking about me. And that made my heart beat faster.

"Elena, go in the room, now." His voice was getting louder, but I ignored him.

"What did I do?" I looked at the three boys that were standing behind him.

One of them smirked and said, "She really doesn't know?" From his voice, I recognised that he was the one who was talking to Huncho when I was in the room.

I looked straight into his eyes and asked, "What did I do?"

"Damien!" Huncho warned him.

"No," I said, looking back at Huncho, "Why don't you want to tell me?"

"Fred, say something," Damien said to the man next to him, but he shrugged and stayed silent.

"There is nothing you need to know, Elena." He was starting to get angry, but so was I. I looked at Damien and nodded, "Tell me.". He shook his head and bit his lip. He dug his hand into the pants pockets and turned his back to me. I wasn't sure if he was making fun of me and trying to hide his laughter, or if he was angry and held himself back from firing back at me. Either way, I didn't care. All I wanted was to know what I did to them for him to talk about me that way.

"Damien, tell me!" I yelled.

"Elena," his voice got louder, getting closer to me, "in the room, now."

"I am not leaving until I find out," I fired back. His face changed and his skin turned red, He took hold of my arm between his hands and dragged me back into the room before I could react. I freed myself from his tight grip when he shut the door behind him.

Before I could yell at him, he surprised me by beating me to it, "What was that? When I tell you to go back in the room, you go back in the room. You're here under my eyes. So, when I tell you something, I say it for a reason, and you have to listen. This is the last time I will allow such arrogance and stupidity from you, Elena."

I was so mesmerized by the way he was talking to me that it took me a few minutes to take it in. "Who do you think you're talking to like that?"

"Don't start!" He pointed his index finger at me. I was taken aback by his tone of voice.

"Listen, if you think you brought me here to control me or that I will listen to everything you say, then you're wrong. And don't think that your loud voice will make me get scared and follow you. I am not obliged to do all of this. So by tonight, I will be gone." I was calm and patient. But I made my decision. I didn't want to create problems, and I was in no way going to stay under his roof if he thought that if I stayed, he had control over me.

"Gone where?" He laughed sarcastically and said, "Are you stupid? There are people looking to kill you out there."

"I'd rather be killed than talked to, like you talk to me." I fired back. I walked past him to leave the room, but he grabbed my arm. With one switch, I pulled my arm from his grip and slapped him on the cheek, saying, "Don't hold me like that ever again." I hissed at him. I glared at him with red eyes, then turned to leave again. I opened the door, but before I had a second to step out of it, the door was shut again. "Let me go!" I yelled. He was driving me crazy.

"You can't leave!" He yelled back. Maybe I was driving him crazy too.

"I want to leave. I want to die." I nodded and tried to push him out of the way, but he didn't move. "Let me go!" I yelled.

"No," he screamed back.

"Why!" I yelled louder as if we were having a competition whose voice was louder.

"I would love for you to leave, but I promised your father I would take care of you." His tone lowered, but his eyes never blinked, looking straight into mine. "So, you're not going to leave until I say so."

"I want to leave." I coldly repeated myself, not knowing what to say to make him change his mind and let me go.

"No," he simply said.

I groaned. I wanted to grab him and pull him as hard as he pulled me to his car, and I told him to drive me away from this place. My fists were clenched, and my eyes were scanning every inch of the room. He knew that I wouldn't be able to get out of this place. He knew that even if I wanted to leave, I needed a car. I started to think about it more. Even if I had a car, I needed to pass by the entrance, and I was sure that whoever was standing on it knew not to let me out. Why would Dad have a room in this house? The room was huge, with his portrait filling half of the wall on top of the bed. "What did you do?" I whispered, looking straight into my father's eyes. I let my eyes rest for a few seconds, then opened them again, letting them run over every other part of the room. The empty desk, the large clock, two tall white curtains from the ceiling to the floor on each side of the bed, and two others on the left side of the bed, with two big couches and a rounded table in front of them.