His Mafia Prince

(TYLER) I hear noises of monitors beeping and what seems like the voices of doctors consulting each other from afar. It dawns on me that I’m in a hospital. My eyes flutter open and the first thing I feel is disappointment.

Extreme disappointment.,

I don’t want to be alive.

I don’t want to be in a fucking hospital.,

I wanted to be dead. Dead people don’t have to deal with humiliation after humiliation.,

The nurses ask questions. The doctors ask questions and so do the police. Everyone keeps asking me questions and the answer I give them is the same. Silence.

Sasha always tells me to just listen to him and do what he asks. But I have never trusted him enough to do that. I was afraid of when his brother finally decided to enlighten him about my little secret. I had to act fast. I didn’t stay put as he had expected me to. Now? It’s too late.

I have learnt my lesson, but now it’s too late.

"You have visitors. Do you want them to come see you now?" a nurse’s voice breaks me out of a trance. She sounds soft, mom-like.

Everyone has been sympathetic except for her. She is empathetic. She even chased the cop away when he wouldn’t stop asking me questions, bugging me over and over for any little detail that I remembered and if I wanted to press charges. He kept asking me to give him a little something that he could work with. I couldn’t.