~~

Rayver POV

"One triple cheese, one caramel, and two cheddar cheese popcorns coming right up!"

We soon got our food and went inside the cinema. I and my friends were watching the new action movie. I have no idea of the name, but it sounds popular.

On our way here through Miley's car, Jordan and the girls were arguing about what to watch. The girls wanted to watch a romance, but Jordan loathed it.

When I was asked what I wanted, I just told them that I'm good with anything as long as it isn't horror.

Ha! What a wimp.

We got in and found our seats. The order was Fiona, me, Jordan, and then Miley. Just as we sat down, the movie started the opening credits.

This was my first time in the movies, as I've previously stated, so I'm not sure what to do. Like, do I just sit here, or... Hey, what's that?

~~

An explosion resounded in the cinema. There was a constant ringing in my ear, and my muscles were too stiff to even make a move.

I can only guess that's what the others felt like.

Then, the ending credits rolled in.

Woah. Who knew they would end a movie like that in an explosion? Not me, that's for sure.

The people in the cinema poured out of the doors, chatting animatedly with each other. One thing I noticed is that no one goes to the movies alone.

It's in the handbook.

What handbook???

"That was awesome, right man?" Jordan asked, clapping down on my back. I grinned then nodded, but stop short when Miley spoke her opinion.

"I think they could've done better. I mean, they didn't even put any closure in! Like, in actual good movies, the protagonist has an ending scene where something in her life happens that is already calm!" Miley said, swinging her arms around at what I think is an effect.

"It was good though. Now, let's go home, it's pretty late and it's still a school night." Fiona reminded us, grinning when the other two groaned.

"I guess I'll catch you guys... Tomorrow then?" I ask but hesitate when I get in the middle.

Would they even still want to be around me? Maybe they finally saw that I'm no good for them. Maybe they saw how new I am to these kinds of things they--

"Sure. But, Rayver, how exactly are you gonna get home?" Fiona asked with a slight frown.

Huh, I haven't thought about that.

"You can catch a ride with me, though." Miley offered.

I thought about it for a while and was going to say yes, but then I realized that they might recognize the place I'm staying at and piece two and two together.

They aren't called 'nerds' if they were stupid.

So I shook my head and smiled apologetically, "No, no. It's fine, I'll find my way back. See you tomorrow!" I said the last part with a smile.

I had friends.

No, you have pity friends. Haven't it ever occurred to you that maybe they're just taking you in because you're the new kid?

You've always had friends. You just needed to open up your eyes and search for them.

I really don't know what to believe. But as the day passes, the voices are getting clearer. Like, it's only a matter of time until I finally get to know where the voices come from.

As I was thinking to myself, I didn't think of where I was heading, so when I turned my head up, I saw nothing familiar in the least.

Thankfully though, it was still bright with city lights. New York is the city that never sleeps. Or was that Tokyo...

Anyway, I decided to just search Google maps for the way back, but then it said that I had to type in the address of where I'm looking for.

Crap. What is my address?

As I was busy searching through my memory lane, I didn't notice someone creeping up on my back.

One moment I was only thinking there, the next a handkerchief was over my mouth and nose. I tried to inhale so I could breathe, but then I smelled a weird odor.

Chlorophyll, was that? No...

Ah, Chloroform.

Oh no.

~~

Regina POV

Once I got to the dining room, I instantly noticed that someone was absent.

"Dove si trova?" {Where is he?}

Padre looked upwards for a glance at me then continued eating. "Lui ei suoi amici sono usciti per i film." He said. {He and his friends went out for movies.}

"Ha degli amici?!" {He has friends?!}

He gave me a flat look.

"Mi dispiace, lasciatemi riformulare: ha degli amici e non ne sono a conoscenza?!" I exclaimed, not bothering to move an inch from the door. {Sorry, let me rephrase: he has friends and I don't know about them?!}

He sighed, and said, "Dubito che entrambi abbiate quel tipo di relazione per raccontarvi tutto per ora. Soprattutto il modo in cui lo tratti?" {I doubt you both have that kind of relationship to tell each other everything for now. Especially the way you treat him?}

I scowled at him, "Non dare per scontato le cose. Non sai perché faccio quello che faccio." {Don't take things for granted. You don't know why I do what I do.}

"Non presumo le cose, mia regina, I am simply stating what I have observed." He stated calmly, but put down his utensils. {I don't assume things, my queen,}

I didn't reply anymore, but not because of whatever reason he probably thought. I didn't speak because I was satisfied that even my own padre hadn't realized my true intentions.

I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by a ringing of a phone.

Knowing that I left my phone in my room, I waited rather impatiently for Padre to finish reading his message.

Wait, why am I even waiting?

I turned around, but before I could get past my first step, I heard a loud and abrupt sound of a chair scraping and falling to the floor, making ng me turn back my head to my padre.

I raised an eyebrow at his expression. His face was unhealthily pale and his eyes looked like they were about to get off their sockets.

He then looked up at me, his eyes clouded with panic.

Panic.

That was one thing that he never had felt.

He was usually well-kept and in control of things, so panic is not common at all.

I briskly walked over to where he stood and snatched the phone from his grip. Though I doubt he minded because he looked like in shock.

With a final glance at my padre, I looked down at his phone and read what was written.

A crack resounded in the silent room, and soon, tiny pieces of glass and plastic were flying everywhere.

The phone was broken. No, it was shattered to bits.

Blood trickled down my hand and into the edge of my elbow, dripping down to the dark grey velvet carpet.

Shards of what used to be a phone embedded into my palms, but I paid no heed to it.

Hell, I don't think that I even felt it.

Not minding to even glance a second time at my still frozen father, I sprinted out of the dining room with the broken phone still in hand.

I got to Hades and got on, but only now remembering that I left my keys in my room.

Cazzo di merda! {Fucking shit!}

I ran back to my room, slamming doors in the process. I might have also broken a knob or two in the process, but it was all in the background now.

I had a goal and it was to grab my keys and phone, and race all the way to our Mafia headquarters.

~~

"Krista! Ti voglio qui ora!" I shouted, bursting through the doors of our headquarters. {I want you here now!}

It was a different mansion on a rural property of ours which was where everyone in the Mafia lived. Well, everyone who wanted to live here.

But I'm not here to gape at the structure of the place, though.

"What's the rush, Regina?" Krista asks as she made her way downstairs.

I shoved the broken phone to her chest, and stared her dead in the eye, "Trova chi ha inviato l'ultimo messaggio come se fosse l'ultima cosa che farai." {Find who sent the last message as if it were the last thing you will do.}

Her eyes widened at my language, because I don't speak straight Italian unless I'm deadly serious.

And I am deadly serious.

She sprinted to her room which was where her computers were. I stopped at the door and just froze while watching her.

In there, she immediately hacked into what remained of the phone while I stood there. My ears had a constant ringing in them and my mind kept on replaying words again and again.

I vaguely noticed Soren take me to the bathroom and bandage my hands which still had blood on them, but I didn't care.

Only four words kept on going, again and again, taunting me to no ends.

We have your son.

~~

[1625]

{A/N: Hey Cagna!

Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!

Very late update, yes, and yes, it's also short, but I swear I will update in less than twenty-four hours.

And yes, I know it's cliché that he got kidnapped, but it was crucial for certain purposes.

Don't worry, I've got the plot all planned out.

Truthfully I'm not so satisfied with this chapter, but, whatever, am I right? No? Okay.

From Me To You,
Z

}