Chapter 6: ★WHY★

    ~Chapter 6~

    A throbbing pain at the back of my head greeted me, I slowly faded back into consciousness.

    My head feels like it had been split open, making me light headed.

    shakeningly, I raise a hand to the back of my head. My fingers encountering a sticky, drying substance. Blood, it has to be.

    I gingerly explored the wound, trying to assess the damage. A bump was already rising, making the pain pulse with every beat of my heart.@@@@

    The tenderness made me hiss, and I withdrew my hand, not wanting to exacerbate the injury.

    Slowly, my eyes open and groggily took in the surroundings. I''m in a dark room room, all by myself, the only light coming from a sliver of sun peeking through a small window at the side.

    I was lying on a bed that wasn''t particularly comfortable, but it was far better than the makeshift pallets I was used to in the place I had called home all my life.

    Struggling with all my might to sit up but waves of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down.

    I closed my eyes and fragments of memories flashed through my mind - Explosion, The don, Mr. Tattoo, the chase... But everything was hazy.

    I was caught. I''m so weak, so useless, so worthless, you couldn''t do anything, very stupid.

    No, stop, stop stop, my eyes snapped, looking at the surroundings.

    My throat was parched, feeling like the Sahara desert, and my stomach growled with hunger, protesting the emptiness that had been gnawing at me for who-knew-how-long.

    But before I could even think about my physical needs, the sound of the door opening was heard and the room was suddenly bathed in bright light.

    I had to close my eyes quickly to avoid being blinded. I slowly opened them again and that''s when I saw him - Mr. Tattoo.

    And now, to top it all off, someone was trying to rape me. Me....Was I that bad in my previous life? Had I done something so terrible that I deserved this kind of suffering?

    Tears pooled around my eyes, blurring my vision, flowing down my cheeks in hot streams. I wiped them away with the back of my hand, but they kept coming.

    Why me? Why was this happening to me? I didn''t deserve a life like this. I didn''t deserve to be hurt and abused and terrorized.

    I didn''t deserve any of this. The depressing thoughts swirled around my head But my momentum was abruptly halted as I collided with something solid.

    I fell straight onto my butt, the impact jarring my bones.

    Dazed, I looked back up to see what I had jammed into and when I saw him.

    The masked man.

    The Don.

    He was standing there, unmoved, like I hadn''t just collided with him. A cigarette dangled from his lips while one hand was casually tucked into his pocket and the other hung loose by his side, relaxed, yet radiating an aura of quiet power.

    His stormy gray eyes bored into my very soul, as if searching for something hidden deep within me.

    One of his eyebrows slowly raised upwards, a subtle, inquiring gesture, hopefully asking me what on earth I was doing, naked.

    "Boss" A voice called out and I looked over to see Mr. Tattoo bowing slightly before marching over to me.

    "Stupid bitch," Mr. Tattoo spat, throwing a stinging slap to my face, the impact sending shockwaves throughout my skull.

    My cheek throbbed and my eyes watered with the pain while he dragged me up.

    He didn''t seem to care. He just kept pulling me, his fingers digging deep into my skin. The Don, too didn''t look concerned as he just stood there watching, his expression unreadable.

    My eyes darkened, no one cares, everyone is so selfish, this world is messed up but I would rather die than get raped.