Sorry not sorry

MARGAUX

I was grateful for the rain for two things. One, it had washed off the blood from my wounds. I could imagine myself looking more human right now compared to how I must have looked ever since the massacre.

Second, it provided me and Mary enough protection from being found by Takahahashi's men. I must have cried for more than ten minutes or more. My body was screaming because of exhaustion. I was too weak to move. But then, the sky began to rumble alerting me and Mary to at least seek some sort of shelter before the downpour.

It was when I surveyed our surroundings and realized where our feet had taken us. We were close to where Paul's, the traitor, house was. It was by several blocks away from ours.

I would know for he had invited me over a few dozen times whenever he wanted to take some girl he was dating in his house and he didn't want to appear too suspicious having just the two of them.

Since I was the closest and the only person who knew of his flings, he tends to pester me all the time. Of course, I didn't do it for free. But, I only accepted food as a compensation.

Surprisingly, Paul could actually cook. So, whenever he needed me to pretend to be his sweet and adorable little sister, I got to eat a dish he had especially made for me which was mostly white spaghetti or better known as Carbonara.

Those were good memories of Paul. He has always been my older brother. Like Mads, he was protective of me. Or so I thought.

Remembering his betrayal tonight, those good ones became bitter memories that I wish to erase. I wished I never knew him. I wished he didn't betray my father and me and my entire family for that matter.

When the rain had begun pelting on our bare skin, I dragged Mary towards the direction where I knew would lead us to Paul's.

No matter how much I hated him, right now, I was hoping that he didn't change the code for his door and his alarm.

By the time Mary and I had almost reached Paul's two-storey house, we had to make a stop by the nearby tree, hiding ourselves from a number of Takahashi's men.

"Crap," I muttered.

How did they even know that Mary and I were heading in this direction? This was the part where a silencer would have been handy. Mary still had Antonio's gun with her and it would have been helpful to kill off a few of our assailants who were scouting the area near Paul's home.

A light suddenly streaked from the sky which was followed by a booming thunder. I pulled Mary, urging her to make a dash behind a parked car allowing us to come a little closer towards Paul's place.

Thankfully that rage from the sky above had the Yakuza's distracted, allowing me and Mary to change our hiding place in time for one of them to pass by the tree.

Now, I just need another lightning to be able to reach the back gate of Paul's house. I was silently praying that he didn't change the passcode, else, Mary and I were doomed to shiver in our soaked clothes and probably end up getting sick the next day.

As if my pleas were answered, another sudden light terrorized the sky followed by a much louder rumble than the other one earlier on.

Not wasting any time, I quickly ran towards the back gate. With my trembling hands, I began pressing buttons on the security panel which was situated on the wall beside the gate.

The cold was beginning to seep through my skin, I shivered waiting for the lock on the single gate to make the 'click' sound.

I let out a sigh of relief when I finally heard it. In an instant, I dragged Mary and had the gate shut close just as I heard Takahashi's men shouting some Japanese.

Paul's house was dark. It was safe to assume that he was yet to come home. I wasn't even one hundred percent certain that he was going to.

Takahashi was still set on finding me and Mary. The party was yet to be over for him. He was waiting to lay his hands on me and end my life, finally finishing off the last member of my family.

I could only laugh bitterly at the thought. I won't let him kill me that easily. I won't let him kill me, period.

I will have his head instead and that's a promise.

Gratefully, Paul was allergic to furry pets, so there was no cat or dog that we needed to be wary of as Mary and I made our way to the front door which was also protected by a keypad lock. However this one had an alarm system. If I don't get the code right the first try, it would let out a shrill siren. Paul had a remote to silence it when he would get the code wrong.

Unfortunately, I didn't have him nor was he here to save my sorry ass if he had actually changed his lock combination.

My heart hammered against my chest as I took a risk and had input the last code I remembered he had used. It was only last week that I was here. He was dating a new girl and wanted me to be there when they arrived. It was how I came to know of his lock combinations for the gates and for his house.

I actually crossed my fingers right after pressing the last number, partly expecting the siren to wail and bracing Mary to make a run for the tool shed which we had passed by on the way in from the back gate.

"Alarm deactivated," I breathed out one shaky breath upon hearing the mechanical voice confirm that I had the code right.

Shivering, Mary and I were finally safe both from the pelting rain and the Japanese Yakuza.

"I don't even want to ask how you know of this house and why you have the right codes for the lock combinations both inside and out." I slumped on the tiled floor, feeling more drained than I had earlier when I had my crying fit.

"This is Paul's place. My father's traitorous underboss," I said forcing the words out of my mouth.

"You mean me," I was on my feet in an instant upon hearing that familiar voice, turning to find Paul leaning by the doorway to his kitchen.

"You--" I trailed off, losing my balance as the sudden movement seemed to have depleted the last bit of energy I had, my world collapsing into nothing but darkness.