Prolouge

I never expected this. When someone would have said this two months ago I would have laughed at their face would have called them mental.

I never trusted in love nor was there any faith in God. I just believed in karma. One's actions. I always trusted that my actions would always give me reactions. Whether it be good or bad, my choices and decisions I took will always have consequences. And I knew I had to bear them.

Because that is how life works. All those forms and layers of decisions and things we did decides us the path of living.

But then now I want to question what this is. Did I ever expect this? The answer is absolutely no. The persons I trusted the most, the people I would de for, the men I thought to give eternal love. The choice and decision that I took to love them.

Love. A magical feeling in some people's lives. But in my life it is always the dooming disaster that takes away everything I have. And that is what is happening once again. And I have no more trust to give anymore. I already gave them three chances.

No fourth chance.

After everything I did to them. Still. 

Heartbroken.

That is how I felt. But no more sadness. As they scream at my face not even choosing to listen to me once nor did they give me a chance to explain myself. And they said that they trust and love.

Actions always prove itself more than the word.

I felt the pain, hurt, betrayal, anger and frustration in my life. But they showed me peace, calm, love, faith, relief, and devotion towards me. Maybe that's its very hard to trust someone. Because if a person who you didn't trust did something to you, you may be angered. But if the same person is a person who you trust with your life, you feel betrayed. And the pain of betrayal is the worst pain any person could have.

They let me out of their home. And I would never go back there again. This is a choice I took to myself. And I just want the consequences to be more sweeter. 

But who am I kidding.

As soon as I entered the airport, I could see people silently observing everything. People who are given money to either kill me or kidnap. And I don't want any of those things to happen right. My life is already in a meaning less spiral and I don't want anything more to happen.

So, I did what I am good at. I acted. I acted as if I am oblivious to what is happening around me. I silently made my way to the check in. They are still following me. From here I couldn't see the tattoos of which mafia it is from. But my only guess is italian mafia. The mafia which is my sworn enemy. Well, not the mafia the leader is. 

As I silently observed everything, acting like I was on my phone, I could see that there are almost fifteen men here. All similarly built with a fire tattoo on their arms.  A symbol of their own mafia. My guess is correct, it is italian mafia.

Fifteen men over one girl. Well, Charlie, my dog could do a little bit of biting, I guess. But that is not enough. There are fifteen men only inside and also thirty people swarming the entrance. This is not good.

If Charlie alone took ten men also, I couldn't fight off thirty five person's at the same time. It is a lost battle. So, it is better if they start the fight. I would have an advantage over it. There are police here. Who could do nothing against the mafia. Because as I know, Italian mafia does human trafficking and drugs and guns at a rate. This is not at all normal and police know that. But they didn't want to indulge in it. So asking the police for help is a lost battle.

Some more strategies have to be built. It has been thirty minutes and still they didn't do anything. My thoughts were cut off as the next flight, which is mine too, has been announced. This is it.

I silently made my way to the lady who is checking the tickets. Last security. And as I was giving the ticket, Charlie beside me, I felt a hard blow to my head.

It was so hard that I stumbled to the ground. I could feel the trickle of blood as it carcasses my face in a neat way. Charlie started barking so loudly and got the attention of almost the whole airport. He attacked the person who did this without hesitating as he took a price of his skin. And the only proof was his painful, guttural screams as it filled this room with agony. I smirked. 

I got up with difficulty and there was no time as the attacks happened. There is absolutely no time for anyone to absorb what is happening. On the other hand I could see Charlie doing the same. Biting and tearing away the pieces of skin of anyone who dared to come my way.

I kicked in the shins, broke noses, even punched on eyes if needed. This fifteen were almost finished, when others swarmed in. I got four scratches on my arms and a punch to my ribs. I think one of my ribs is broken. The pain is worse. I still managed to fight. People here were just seeing but not even thinking of helping. Maybe that's why humanity is doing.

But truth be said, I didn't expect any help from any of them here.

As two person's came in front of me, I kicked one of them where the sun doesn't shine, while holded his neck hard. But I released him when he turned blue. But as I thought fro a minute that I won, a bullet crashed straight in my heart. And I was thrown back at the sudden impact. I crashed in the wall as the pain increased tremendously.

Black spots filled my eyes and the last thing I saw was Charlie biting theperson who shot me and the last thing I heard was barking of Charlie as if screaming to make me stay awake.

Charlie being Charlie. I smiled. He cares at least.