Chapter Six: Logic.

I roll my eyes at another stupid comment mig makes while I lay on my stomach on the bed. I held a red pillow as I talked to him. I loved the soft blanket under me... I just love blankets in general but still.

"In all the time they observed you I don't think we've ever seen you show this much genuine emotion. I mean it's mostly annoyance, but still." He says laughing. "Observed?" I ask looking at him.

"We've been watching you for the past year-." I cut him off "Stalking, but continue.". He rolls his eyes. "We observed your schedule-." I laugh cutting him off again. "Schedule.... That's funny." I say sarcastically.

He glares at me. "I'll stop." I hold my hands up in defense trying to make sure I don't move my shoulders. "Anyway... We have observed you for the last year and a half and we chose the best time to pull you out or save you, a few other mafias found out about you and our operation so you have even more targets on your head, oh and another thing is that almost every single female in your family dies... We're unsure why but it's just how it is, but I'm sure you'll be fine." He shrugs.

"This just cures all my trust issues." I think sarcastically. "Anyway.... We weren't 100% sure what your style was even after observing you so we were just gonna let you have fun shopping also the tablets yours." He said while throwing me a tablet from the night stand.

"How do you know I won't try to escape or message people." I ask in a serious tone. "Because we burned your old house down so there goes your 'family' but don't worry we saved some if your stuff like sentimental stuff, oh and your 'dad' was working with your real grandmother, but basically pawned you off on who ever and lived his life how he wanted, and your friends think you're dead... Besides the ones who are actually dead" he says his eyes cold and emotionless.

"You killed my friends?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "No, the school shooting wasn't our fault, one of the kids in the school had a few grudges. We just timed it perfectly after watching him." He responds. We just stared at each other for a minute.

"I'm surprised you didn't say anything about your 'dad'..." he says breaking the silence. "Sounds like something he'd do... Hes the one dumb enough to think I didn't go through my parents stuff. I mean everything was in Japanese so I didn't understand it, but I lost interest pretty quick." I say shrugging then hissing at the pain that shot through my body.

Mig walks to the other side of the room and sits down on one of the couches and starts playing on his phone. "Furniture, clothes, decor, etc. should be here by tomorrow. Oh and you don't have a spending limit, have fun and maybe buy some sexy stuff and then you can give me a fashion show." He says, smirking and winking at me before he started laughing.

"I hate you.." I say, glaring at him, while scrolling through the apps. I place a few orders having fun ideas filling my head. I smile internally after buying a few pillows and about 30 soft throw blankets so I can make my bed into a nest.

I bought tons of clothes and accessories that I liked along with soaps and other essentials that i liked, I got art supplies and anime merch and posters and a shit ton of books, and a lot of makeup and outfits and wigs for cosplay, then some extra furniture that I liked and would give the room more flavor.

"You're dad and uncle along with their gang hate Marco by the way." Mig says standing up walking over to me. "And why is that." I ask while downloading apps on the tablet. "They have something in common with you actually." he says with a blank face.

I look back at him raising an eyebrow. "Daddy issues." He says, smirking. "I'm gonna kill you..." I say glaring at him. "Sorry babe, I've been trained so that won't happen." He says with a cocky smile.

"Ya well those men I killed back at the house I'm pretty sure were too." I say back with the same energy. I sit up ignoring my pain. He laughs patting my head then standing up "I'm gonna go get our food.". He walked out the room.

"Oh and don't even think about trying to escape." He looked back with a threatening look. "I can't walk." I look up at him from the tablet. He just walks out the room rolling his eyes and putting his hands in his pockets. "I'll be back in 10." He yells. "No promises I'll be here." I yell back.

"I should probably order a phone... I mean I have my phone but still. I should probably get a flip phone for a burner phone or something just in case... Bat phone!" I start strategizing on what to do.

I map out the inside of my room and then crawl out to my balcony. I pull myself up to stand and lean against the rail. The ocean air hits me, the sounds of the rushing waves filling the air sounding like a peaceful melody. The fresh breeze brushes against my skin. I rest against the rail and look over it.

"Definitely too high up to jump off... you can't get in or out from here... Unless what if I..." I try calculating every escape route but they all lead to either severe injuries or death.

"Well at least their smart..." I internally shrug and just go back to looking out at the ocean. "It'll be fun decorating... In about a month and a half... I'm sure there will be guys tomorrow to help set up furniture." I smile thinking about decorating. "Wait, why would they talk about my 'father'... Are they gonna take me to him... Mig did say that my 'father' and 'grandfather' hated each other... this doesn't make any sense." I lower my head getting a migraine from trying to rationalize.

"The mafia story in my head, was that I always ended up with my dad and his mafia and then blah blah blah, but then again this is real fucking life Atom! Not some stupid story that we've been fantasizing about for years.".

My anxiety wells up in my head because I can't find an answer. I hear the door quietly open and then footsteps walking quietly through in my room. "I'm back babe~." Mig says walking out to the balcony. "I'm not in the mood dumbass." I drop my head in agony.

"Can you at least be nice." He says getting closer. "No thanks, I'm good." I say with a bright smile looking back at him. I crawl back to my bed and Mig takes a deep breath and follows me back into my room.

"You look like you've done this before" Mig says watching me climb on the bed still only using below my elbows. "Broke my foot a few years ago riding my bike with some friends." I say facing him while I prop up my leg.

He looks at me and shrugs. "I got us pepperoni pizza." He says combing his hand through his hair walking to the pizza box. I make a grabbing motion with my hands towards the pizza.

He hands me a plate with two pieces of pizza. I smile brightly looking at the pizza then back at Mig. "Yes, it's a flat crust. We know how picky you are." He says sitting on my bed rolling his eyes. I smile while I close my eyes to exaggerate the smile.

"The dumbest things make you happy, even if they are fake smiles we know you like certain things when you give those fake ass but also genuine smiles." He says smiling then taking a bite of his pizza.

I hum taking a bite of my pizza. "I think we've only seen you genuinely happy smile once in the last year and a half, we've seen you smile a ton but none of the smiles were real... You know when you actually smile your eyes light up. Same thing happens when you talk about things you're interested in." He says smiling at me. "I don't like my emotions... They get in my way and cause me pain, just like expectations of,or in people. All it does is make me upset so what's the point. So I push them aside even though I don't feel many things mentally, and I'd rather feel nothing than pain." I say in a dead tone. Mig looks at me sympathetically. "Oh come on don't give me that sorry bullshit face." I say flicking his forehead. He groans and goes back to eating his pizza with me.

"So I wasn't told a lot of personal stuff about you so why don't you tell me." Mig says with a smile. "Ya want my taste in music or childhood trauma or what type of people I hate? Ya gotta specify." I say rolling my eyes.

Mig looks at me for a minute "Um you like reading?". "Not really; but some graphic novels, fan fiction, manga, and then pretty much anything by James Patterson is ok with me." I say looking at him. "Let me guess you ordered books?" He looked at me with a curious and knowing look.

"Well I had a few apps to read on my phone but my phone burned in the fire, and mom- I mean... Fuck it she's still mom I don't care. Anyways moms accounts are probably closed/frozen or whatever. So ya I bought A few books." I say then taking a deep breath and taking a couple bites of my pizza. Mig shrugged, eating another piece of pizza. "Was just asking.." He said like he didn't care and maybe a bit annoyed by my actions.

I got quiet and slowly ate my pizza a bit upset on the inside. This always happened; it was one thing that I couldn't push away well. It happened when I thought someone was disappointed in me, I then felt human.. Like I could make mistakes and I wouldn't be able to reach my goals. It was stupid and didn't make a lot if sense but its what happened I didn't control it well.