Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
“Please, don’t do this,” Rhea pleaded with him when she felt her father grow distant even though their hands were still together. But she knew it was only a matter of time before that touch vanished as well.
“Be strong, my little Rhea,” Was the last word her father said to her before his hand slipped right through hers and they got separated.
“Nooo!” Rhea screamed, as she was pulled somewhere. Someone was calling her name in the distance and it beckoned to her.
Suddenly, something hard pushed down on her chest and Rhea woke up with a loud gasp, before turning to the side and vomiting large amounts of water.
“Seriously!” She heard a furious voice behind her and glanced down to discover that the person who had brought her back to life was no one else but Cassie.
“The next time you want to kill yourself, do it when I’m not around and likely to be suspected of your suicide!” She yelled at her
But Rhea was not moved by her scolding. She sat up instead, not caring about her naked form, and asked, “Why?”
“What?”
“Why did you rescue me? Huh? Why?! You should have just let me die!” Rhea said in an outburst, yelling right at Cassie’s face. However, what she received as a response was a slap to the face.
The intensity of the slap whipped her face to the side, and Rhea had to sweep her wet hair away from her eyes to be able to see.
Her lips turned up in a sneer, “Is that all you can do?”
Pah!
Another slap landed on her cheeks.
The slap was quite painful and that was what she needed. Rhea needed the pain to be able to feel alive; she needed to feel something else above the hurt. Something intense – and deserving.
She turned to Cassie again, “Is that -“
Pah!
Pah!
Cassie landed two more slaps on her face making it a total of four. She then gripped Rhea’s shoulder and shook her hard, “Get a grip of yourself, you spoiled bitch! Do you think that you’re the only one going through shit right now? So what? You kill yourself and it ends? No, that makes you nothing less than a coward who is unable to make do with what’s left of her life. You think marrying Big Joe is that horrible? Other women are being trafficked, r*ped against their choice, and is used as sex worker, but you didn’t go through such. So be grateful for once and suck it up!” She shouted at her.
Rhea was speechless after that speech and like a wake-up call, she wondered how she became this way? She was usually a strong person.
“God, I’m so sorry,” Rhea apologized, feeling stupid for her behavior. She wiped off her face with her palm saying, “I didn’t mean to land you -“
“Save it. I just hope this doesn’t repeat itself once again,” Cassie told her before dropping the bathrobe on her body and left for the room.
She must be angry, Rhea felt guilty for putting her in distress without knowing that Cassie almost left her to drown.
Cassie came to her room, as usual, to check up on her only to find out that her bed was empty. Knowing that Rhea wouldn’t be able to escape with the amount of security outside her room, she decided to check in other places only to discover that the bathroom door was standing ajar.
She opened a bit only to stumble upon Rhea the moment she submerged her head in the water and though she almost screamed, shocked at the scene, Cassie changed her mind the next minute.
Truthfully, Cassie liked Rhea from the beginning but after she got in the way of her relationship, she changed her mind about her. And then when the incident with Kenith happened, she loathed Rhea completely. Rhea was a good pretender who appeared to be frail yet was full of all manner of imagination.
Cassie was so consumed by her jealousy that she wished Rhea would die somehow and God answered her prayer by making her drown.
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Cassie watched her thrash around on the bathtub and honestly, she admired Rhea’s courage to go through with her plan of suicide. Although she was surprised what might have triggered that decision, nonetheless, everything worked in her favor or so she thought.
It wasn’t until Cassie realized that Big Joe would be angry if anything were to happen to Rhea and that she would be the first suspect in this case, made her finally make a move. Even if it were a suicide, Big Joe wouldn’t believe her and would use her as a scapegoat to appease his anger – Rhea committing suicide days before her marriage was a big slap to his face and a huge stain on his reputation.
So Cassie went into action immediately, pulling her naked form out from the tub and began to perform emergency
Cardiopulmonary resuscitation on her. For over a minute when Rhea didn’t respond, Cassie was scared that she was really dead and was planning on raising an alarm when she suddenly came to life.
Now she – Cassie- thought about it, she should have raised an alarm in the first place instead of taking a risk of bringing her to life – it was beneficial to her anyway. If Big Joe somehow hears that Rhea tried to commit suicide, she can’t tell what he would do to Rhea. But it definitely won’t be good.
For once, It would be nice to see Rhea in some kind of pain to satisfy the anguish in her heart, but Cassie can’t do that anymore because the both of them are the only ones with the idea of her attempted suicide and Rhea would suspect her if the news were to leak. For her own reasons, Cassie had to keep on with the front of a good person.
Rhea went to the edge of her bed and sat down, already covered in her bathrobe while a towel hung from her head. The color was slowly returning to her pale skin while her eyes were red and slightly swollen. In one word, she looked like a cat that had been beaten down by the rain.
“Do you need me to get you anything?” Cassie asked her, “A hot cocoa, tea, or coffee would help you recover quicker,”
“No, thank you,” Rhea quickly rejected her offer. Honestly, she needed a cup of coffee to boost her body after this ordeal, however, she has imposed on Cassie enough already. Not to mention the fact that she just witnessed her trying to commit suicide. It was embarrassing.
…..
“Are you sure?”
Rhea felt the morning air from the window hit her and she shivered. She needed that coffee.
“No, I’m good,” She still lied through her teeth. Maybe after Cassie left, she would get another person to make her a coffee. Yeah, who? The guards outside her door? Good luck with that.
“What are you doing here, anyway?” Rhea asked her while hoping it wasn’t for that conversation she promised her. After what happened, she wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. Rhea just needed time alone to be able to coordinate her thoughts.
“I wanted to check up on you. I noticed you didn’t have anything to eat since yesterday and wanted to make you one,” Cassie said.
“Oh,” Rhea said, taken aback by the discovery. She didn’t even realize she hadn’t taken anything since yesterday. It was almost as if her stomach went into lockdown and she didn’t feel hungry – and that has been happening a lot recently, no, ever since she was taken from her uncle’s place.
Looking down at her body, Rhea realized how frail she looked compared to her former robust self. She must have lost quite some weight because her cheekbones were more prominent than ever; her collarbone deepened; even with the sleep she had, there were still dark circles around her eyes; her red hair lost its shine. She looked like a shadow of herself.
Even though she had been maltreated in her uncle’s place, it only made her stronger. None of that compared to what she was going through here, both physically and mentally. Neither was it making her stronger, it was breaking her.
“I should get you something to eat then,” Cassie told her.
But Rhea shook her head, “I don’t feel like eating,” she doesn’t even know what to feel anymore.
“You have to eat somehow else you starve to death if this continues,” Cassie said, already heading to the door only to bump into someone at the entrance. He must have been preparing to knock on the door before it was opened by her.
“What do you want?” Cassie asked straightforwardly, knowing he worked here.
“Big Joe request for her presence,”