Mafia Paradise

•Elisia•

I dreadfully drag my feet out of the university and to my car. I'm going home for Christmas. One month. With them, again.

I completed all of my exams early, but I lied to my parents saying that I still had one more to take. It's officially the end of semester one, meaning I have no more excuses to drown them in anymore.

Stanford University.

I love this place, I never want to leave. It's my escape from my family. Most people hate college, but it's the opposite for me. Studying is fun-I love learning, mostly because of my passion for medicine.

I take a deep breath and start my car, heading to my regular sized apartment. It doesn't take me more than ten minutes before I arrive at my place, since it's not very far from campus.

I unlock the door and take myself to my

room-my very messy room. I open my closet and grab bundles of clothes, neatly folding, then fixing them into my suitcase.

I make my way over to my dresser and look at my drained, tired reflection. I was doing perfectly fine before my papa had called me and demanded I come home.

Sighing deeply, I start to gather my makeup and all of my other necessities such as my hygiene products.

I finish packing and pick up my suitcase from the bed, placing it on the ground with a loud thud. Turning off my lights and just as I open my bedroom door, I hear someone's footsteps. Inside of my apartment.

What the fuck?

I live alone.

I only told Matt, my boyfriend, I was going home for Christmas and that he couldn't come over anymore.

Confusion and panic creeps it's way up me and wraps around my throat. In utter instinct, I turn around and open a drawer beside me, the one with all types of knifes.

For protection, you know?

I firmly grasp onto the handle and get behind my door, sheltering myself. I see a shadow approaching my way and mentally prepare my body.

The anonymous person enters my room and faces their back to me. It's so dark, I can't see shit.

I decide to not test my crappy luck and lunge towards the uninvited intruder. If someone is going to die today, it won't be me. I twist their body, pushing them up against the wall and position the knife against their neck.

And these are skills I learned when I was younger...

Until they scream. She screams? A girl? There's no way a guy would sound like that. Unless he's really feminine.

I don't fucking know.

Lost in my thoughts, the person reaches their hand out to the switch and turns the lights on. I instantly step back after realizing who it is, my eyes wide from regret and shock.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck. Sia!?" My favorite person yells, panting heavily.

My mouth is still gaped open before I burst into a rambling conversation. "I'm so sorry Sandra. I thought it was some burglar!" I explain, trying to prove my innocence.

Sandra is still out of breath from my stunt which I thought was quite impressive. "Why do you even have a knife in your room?" She finally talks after a good ten seconds of silence.

I give her a very, well knowing look. She knows exactly why I have weapons named as protection with me.

Before I could give her a sarcastic response, she mutters out a stretched out 'oh'. Then, she changes the topic as quick as the wind changes. Only, I didn't want to talk about what she was about to say...

Sandra crosses her arms and tilts her head at me, her eyes glaring me down. "I came here to say goodbye, since you didn't think it was necessary to tell me you were leaving."

Damn it.