Havana could see death flashing before her eyes. She could turn back and get caught by the shooters whom she thinks are in a mafia gang or jump off the cliff in front of her. Either way she'll die but if these shooters are really a mafia gang she won't die but be tortured to death. Havana couldn't take chances so she decided to jump off the cliff but Melanie did the honors and pushed her instead.
Havana thought she would die but instead she fell into a lake below the cliff. She struggled to breathe while swimming to dry land. By the time Havana stepped on dry land she had more than 20 reasons why she hated her stepmother, she cursed herself inwardly as she walked to a stone to sit.
"Help!" A voice screamed and that's when Havana remembered that Melanie was right behind her. The color of the water surrounding Melanie had turned red and she was struggling to stay afloat. Havana rushed to Melanie's aid and successfully carried her out of the water. Melanie had received a gun shot on her leg and blood flowed like a heavy rainfall. Havana put her medical skills into action and tried covering the wound with a piece of material she tore from her cloth. At this point Melanie looked very vulnerable, her face was stained with tears and she tried to hold them back. Havana patted her on the back steadily as though saying 'It is okay to cry'
Havana looked up to the sky and the sun was already setting. 'How would they get back?' she reasoned. That wasn't the only question Havana had in her mind. Havana had questions about all that happened that day. Looking down at the sleeping Melanie, Havana pitied the girl who frowned even in her sleep. She was so unlucky to be born into a Mafia family, every few minutes death comes knocking or a guilty conscience or scar leaving injuries. The girl was just 8 and she was already introduced to such a world.
Looking down at the sleeping Melanie, an idea struck Havana instantly. This was her moment to escape. She could drop Melanie off at the police station and run out of town then find her stepmother, ruin her and continue with her life. Havana smiled at her brilliance and proceeded to put the plan into action when Melanie who felt her 'bed' moving whispered "Mummy!". Havana paused instantly. Melanie's words struck a cord in her heart and she developed a soft spot for the girl. Havana lost her mother at her birth and she always wanted a mother, when she met Cleopatra she thought she had found one but she was wrong. Putting herself in Melanie's shoes she finally decided to go to Skylar's house.
At about 3:00am in the morning Skylar was woken up by a hard knock on her door. Skylar was very angry and scared at the same time, but mostly scared. "Who is that abnormal being that knocks at a person's house by 3:00am, the devil's hour!" Skylar whispered as she grabbed a hockey stick and tiptoed towards the door. "Who is it?" Skylar steadied her voice and said. "Don't be scared Skylar it's me Havana" Havana whispered back. It wasn't easy finding a way to the nearest road from a creepy cemetery on a cliff and it was worse doing it with a sleeping child in her arms.
Skylar opened the door shocked. "Why are you knocking by this time and who the hell is in your arms? You didn't kidnap the kid did you?"
"Can I please just rest, we'll talk about all these in the morning!" Havana yawned and slept almost instantly after lying on the couch. "Just so you know, I haven't forgiven you! " Skylar voiced out, locked her house door and went to sleep.
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Melanie had a great dream and smiled as she woke up. Something she hasn't done in a while. She saw the position she was in and got up instantly. Her, the feared Mafia princess was comfortably sleeping on a maid's lap. The stinging pain that Melanie felt reminded her of her injury and as though drawn to Havana's scent she laid down back without thinking twice.
"Aah!" A piercing scream rang in the air and Melanie woke up for the second time. "What the hell is your problem Skylar" Havana asked, angry that she had been woken up early. "She's bleeding Havana! Look at the floor it's like someone was murdered here. I'll call 911." Skylar said. " I'd advise you not to do so...She's from the Mafia" Havana mouthed.
To Melanie, Skylar and Havana were very good but she still didn't trust them. She remembered her dad's sayings and the rule of the mafia 'everyone is a suspect'. Her mind went back to the mansion and she wondered if anyone was actually worried that she didn't return home yesterday. This was one of the reasons while she stopped going to school, her dad didn't care about her. He never came to pick her from school like other families do, he never even cared what she did in school, never attended parents and teachers meetings and they had never gone out together except during missions. He only contributed to the school each semester and that was it, she was easily mistaken for an orphan and she feared that if she wasn't the best in the Mafia gang her dad might disown her. Sure she had money, maids at her beck and call and many other things people would kill to have but she wasn't happy. Money wasn't everything to her, sometimes just a smile from her loving father could brighten up her day.
Melanie felt Havana hug her from behind. "Are you okay? You're crying" Havana asked with a worried look on her face. Melanie nodded and hugged her back. She didn't have the slightest idea why she kept acting like this but she just wanted to keep clinging to Havana constantly and never let go. Havana and Skylar exchanged glances.
"Why is she acting like that?" Skylar whispered
"She has no mother. I think it has something to do with it" Havana mouthed back.
Melanie soon fell asleep and she laid on the bed by Havana. "I like this version of you" Havana said to the sleeping Melanie and left the room.
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"My mothers are on my neck. They said i should get married in the next three months if not they'll set up the marriage by themselves and we both know how that will turn out..." Skylar said to Havana.
"I still can't believe they got married...in church"
"Well it's legal so....."
Havana and Skylar's discussion was interrupted by a knock on the door. "This is the police......." A man's voice said from outside the door said.
"Police?" Havana asked looking at Skylar. She hoped that whatever was their reason for coming there it had nothing to do with yesterday's event.