Claimed by the Mafia King

MY LIFE WASN’T EXACTLY PRETTY.

One week had passed and I was still on the look out for Ken and his men. My life successfully turned into a horror movie before my own eyes.

Scar still stalked me and I gave up on telling him to stop. He infuriated me beyond words, especially at night. When I was not with him thoughts of him made me more furious. He was getting under my skin fast.

I still could not believe that I had told him my most intimate secret. It felt good at first but now it was as if he was using it as an excuse to cling more to me.

There was this air of familiarity around him as if I knew him from before. Then there was the feeling that he was someone I should fear. Someone with a whole lot of secrets. He confused and angered me but I couldn’t deny the fact that in my heart of hearts I was grateful for his presence.

I finally decided to resume choir practice today. It was something that I decided that I couldn’t stop doing no matter how many gang men were after me.

Music was my life. As a soprano singer I had to train my voice everyday and I loved to listen to bass so much. Life transforms for me when I close my eyes to absorb the harmony of voices during rehearsal.

I Loved alto too and tenor but bass was my weakness, especially if they were singing a part alone_or better still a bass solo. I have no words to describe how much I loved bass singers. In fact sometimes I wished that I was one, but it was a wish kind of impossible. I didn’t have that tiny girly voice but my voice was still that of a girl_It wasn’t deep at all. My friends in the choir told me that singing with men could distort my face and voiceContent © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

The way my friends described to me how my face and voice would be if I dared to go ahead and try to be a bass singer was so scary and over the edge funny, I just had to give up that wish. I didn’t want to look like what they described. The gods forbid!

I did love my part though. Yes, I loved the feel of being a soprano singer, we own the choir Don’t we?

Now that I thought about it Scar did have the potential of having a wonderful bass voice. I had never heard him sing before but his talking voice was amazing and seductive and so I just assumed that his singing voice would even be better. Gosh! His voice was so seductive and____

‘Alright! Alright! get behind me oh you dirty thoughts, do not think of scar or his voice.’ I reprimanded myself. I slapped myself across the face for smiling when I thought about him. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t let myself get attached to him. He was trouble. So weird and mysterious. I didn’t want mysterious.

I was talking to myself again on the lonely road to my house. I most definitely now resembled a crazy person. I was now two streets after the church and everywhere was so quiet. Remind me never to leave practice before we close even if I had to cook. But then my mum would kill me if I didn’t come before eight.

I didn’t want to be subjected to listen to her threats and sermons today again. Mother’s can kill you with excessive talk_they can even make you wish death upon yourself just so you can escape their tormenting sermons.

Strangely, I didn’t notice Scar walking behind me. I turned back to see that I was right_ He wasn’t following me. I guess he didn’t notice when I left. He must have thought that I would wait until rehearsal ended_as usual.

The last time I came to church on Wednesday he waited for me during rehearsals just at the back of the pavilion. When we closed he trailed behind me while I walked home with other choristers. Fortunately, no one noticed him.

He was really taking my safety personal, if I didn’t know better I would think he was my Knight in Scarred amour. I soon stopped worrying about him embarrassing me because of how he looked and started being grateful for his presence. People could talk all they wanted. He made me feel safe and no amount of lies I told to myself could change that.

I was so engulfed in stupid thoughts I didn’t see the army of men coming towards me. They struck me like gang members. The one in front who I assumed was leading the group had a Vandal tied on his head.

His trouser was below his buttocks_sagging_ it was a usual dressing for gang members, a dressing I found most disgusting. He was wearing a black singlet that showed his muscles. I saw a tattoo on his left arm which looked really familiar. A skull and fire.

Where have I seen that before I started thinking, while trying to walk fast so that they won’t catch up to me.