Mafia’s Nun: Sold to the devil

THE DEVIL

Mafia’s Nun: Sold to the devil.

Diana D.

Chapter 4: The Devil

ROXANNE.

It's been three days since I was, well, you know... grounded and five days since I was r***d.

I still receive disappointed glares from my parents, anytime our eyes meet.They watch my every move now, forgetting I also didn't want to step outside.

My parents didn't believe Father Paul would actually r***d me. No one asked me how I was? And I am sure they would even go beg Father paul not to pressure the case that I slandered him.

My parent act all stuck up like they were the most righteous being on earth, and I didn't know if I was to be grateful I had them as a parent.

They were never really around, but I didn't bother much. The only area where they did show too much attention was trying to turn me into a nun.

I had been having this nightmares that won't go for the past eight days I keep seeing father paul and feeling his dirty hands over my body and when episodes like that happen, I rush to the bathroom allowing the showers to drown me or sink myself In to my Bath tub...anything to make me clean but I wasn't still clean, I will always remain dirty.

I am a disappointment, useless, not worthy---

I paused my thoughts as I heard a voice I hadn't heard in my entire life before. The timbre deep voice ended whatever he was saying, and my dad's voice followed.

I could tell it's a male voice judging from the thickness, but my father's own didn't sound like his usual commanding tone.

My father is..scared. of who?

Curiosity, they say, kills the cat, and maybe I am digging my grave slowly without knowing or my own pit without caring.

A tiny peek wouldn't hurt, right?

I stood up, threading my steps carefully not to get caught as if my parents could hear I actually stood up from the bed I lay on.

I heaved in relief when I actually opened the door without drawing any attention, but as I turned my eyes to the scene playing downstairs, my breath hitched as they came to a halt.

" Lord, have mercy, I think I'm staring g at the devil in tailored suits," I muttered lowly to myself.

I was caught by him by a stranger. His eyes were staring at me like he was aware of my every move starting from when I stood up from my bed.

I met his eyes. s**t. Why did he have to be watching me like he knew my actions even before I made an attempt to carry it out. My eyes narrowed slightly before glancing at the stranger, only to find out he was already looking at me. That was before I even stepped out.

My parents had a visitor, I was right, I haven't seen this " kind of man" before.

He is huge, I watched him as he sat so gracefully, his leg crossed. I couldn't see my parents, so I figured out they were at the other couch backing me.

The strong, intense gaze I felt made me return my gaze back to this man, the stranger.

He didn't give any emotions away like he saw me. His eyes didn't even flicker. He just sat still watching me.

Is he going to rat me out to my parents?

The thoughts of that made me give him a pleading eye. I knew exactly what I was pleading for; not to tell my parents.

I doubt he even noticed I was trying to communicate with him, or does he? Either ways he suddenly tucked his hands into his pocket, giving me a glimpse of the rings he had on, and then my eyes caught a tattoo in his wrist.

My eyes budge in sheer horror, tattoo? Something tells me that it isn't just a tattoo but tattoos.

Why was dad involved with such a dangerous man?

Forgive my manners for being judgemental, but this man wears danger like his second skin.

At the thought of that, I did something I never should have done; I glared at him.

The man suddenly unclasp his crossed knees, and with that ooze of control, he pulled that hand out of his pocket, and with his elbow rested on his kneels, slowly he ran his thumb across his bottom lip.

I didn’t miss the way his left eyebrows raised, like he was amused or impressed? Interested? Whatever it was made me realize the staring charade that has been going on between us, I didn't even catch a thing from whatever my parents were saying to him. Did he?

I didn’t want to back down on the glare, but I had to pick something from whatever my dad kept saying to this man, and I wouldn't be able to do it with his intense glare.

I pulled my lower lips into my mouth and bit them slowly; something I used to do when I am nervous or scared, and for once the stranger gave a reaction, I could hear what he mouthed.

" Get inside."

What! Really? The nerves, he is seriously commanding me in my own house.Well, my parents' house, technically my house.

I wasn't going to listen to his command or whatever, so I returned my gaze, trying hard to catch a glimpse of my mum or dad.

The man gaze hardened, a flicker to show that he didn't like that I wasn't obeying him but after a second of heavy eye contact, he returned his gaze to my parents as if I was just a breeze blowing by.

I suddenly heard a shuffle. Not from him.

He really did ratted me out to my parents. Such a ... my thoughts came to a halt as I wonder what I could place him as, my mind drawing back to the way he watched me and the way he brushed his thumb with his lower lips with a slightly raised eyebrows and then when he mouthed " Get inside " like he expected me to follow immediately.

He must still think I am a child just the way my parents think of me, I blame my height. I wasn't that tall. Well, figure it out.

I've seen different men at church, but I have never come across one like him. His confidence and gaze made me remember Mother Superior’s voice.

" The devil comes in human form," and maybe I had finally met him; the devil.