The Italian Mob

Chapter 10

    He laughed and started walking again, I went back into my room closing the door. I wanted to walk around but wasn’t sure if I should or not, but I did anyway. I walked around the pool and down past the gym, then back up the house to the kitchen for a snack, I didn’t eat much, never have. After I ate I started to go to the medicale room, on my way I saw Eran and Mark walking to the car, it felt weird not going with them, but I was off work. I made it to the medicale room when doc met me at the door, I asked her if what I was using was ok and she told me I was doing good, to change it whenever it was bloody or after 24 hours. 

    After a long day of drawing and changing my gaze, I was tired, so sleep sounded like bliss. I crawled into bed and slowly laid down,my side aching from pain. I layed there for what seemed like forever, watching the sun go down and then looking at the stars through my mind not far from my bed. I could hear voices in the hall, I chose to ignore them. Then a knock came to the door, I wanted to act like I was asleep but knew they would only knock again. 

    “Come in”

    The door opened and Mark was standing there, looking exhausted. I just looked at him, not sure what to say, he didn’t say anything either, like he was caught between words or waiting for me to say something. 

    “I came to check on you to make sure you were ok.”

     “Yea I’m ok.”

    He put his hand beside mine and got up. I tried not to think anything of it, I mean he was an enemy, if only he knew that. I still felt something for him, even though I try to tell myself I don’t. 

    I fell asleep shortly after he left, he had music on, similar to what I had been listening to. I fell asleep with no problem but I had the same dream over again, first us getting close, then getting ripped apart from others, watching him get stabbed. I woke up screaming and crying yet again, but this time Mark came running in my room and looking at me as if to see I was ok. I put my face in my hands, trying to hide the tears. He comes over slowly, sits down next to me and pulls me to him. I hesitate for only a moment, then let him comfort me, his warm nacked chest against my skin that was showing. Once I started to calm down and stop crying, he still held me, like that's all he knew to do. 

    “Are you ok?”

    “I will be”

    “You have had a rough life, haven't you?”

    “You wouldn’t know.”

    “You would be surprised what I know about you. Don’t worry I wont tell.”

    “What are you talking about?”

    “I read your file last night.”

    I looked at him for a moment after he let me go, all I could think about was why he read my file. I looked down at my hands wondering if what I was dreaming about would happen.

    “What did you dream about?”

    “It’s nothing, it’s just a dream”

    “Well it was bad enough for you to cry over.”

    I didn’t look at him, I didn’t want to, I knew he would ask questions. He got up and said goodnight before leaving, I sat there for a while, letting tears fall till they stopped. I fell back to sleep for a couple of hours before I alarm went off, cleaned my wound and went to the kitchen. I was so bored I just sat there and watched movies all day, I knew the days were going to be like this for a while. And sure enough they were, for the rest of the week, it was slow, no dreams, but talked to Clark about what I've missed. 

    Tomorrow I start my shifts again, and I never thought I would say this but thank god. I’m so tired of sitting around doing nothing when I could be working. I decided to draw for a while before I hit the bed, but nothing was popping in my head. Sitting there at the desk with a pencil in my hand, I just put it down and went to the bathroom. Once I came back I just looked at the book and climbed into bed. 

    I woke up to someone hitting me in the face and pulling me out of the bed, they knocked me out with something they were holding. I woke next in the interrogation room, not sure what this was about, there had to be something going on. My eyes were fussy at first as I looked around the room for something to get loose from. I saw blood on the floor, it was fresh, as if they had just taken the body out. I heard the door open and looked over to see who it was, it was Eran and some of the other people he had around the house. 

    “Do you know why you are here?”

    “No”

    “Well, I’m going to tell you. You've been made, CSI Agent, all I want to know is your real name, why you're here and whatever else you can tell me.”

    “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

    “Do you see the blood on the floor? That’s from the person that told me about you. Now I didn’t want to believe it, but he was convincing.”

    “You know what? Just kill me, I don’t know anything and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.”

    He hit me so hard that my lip split, but I didn’t care, I just looked at him in his eyes and smiled. This time he punched me, hard, but I still laughed. I had been hit a lot harder by much bigger people than him. I knew he had other people to do this for him, hell I was one of them, till I had been shot.