Chapter forty four

Shully's mum called me, and told me that Shully had a successful transplant. She was already responding to chemotherapy, and according to the doctors, she should be back to healthy in a few weeks.
I couldn't contain my excitement. "What about Nancy?" My voice shook, I braced myself for the worst. But silently hoped and prayed that she would give me good news.
"She's in a coma. According to the doctors, judging from the previous condition of her health, she wasn't supposed to donate any part of her body. But she was adamant, and insisted anyways. Seemed she was tired of life itself. I sincerely owe her, but she left no clues on how to pay her back." I noted gratitude in her voice.
"Okay." I said calmly, and waited till the call had ended from her end.
Three hours ago, I walked out from the base of the Mafia sisters. The sun was hot and blazing, even the trees didn't provide a convenient shed. Yet I stood, with no destination in my mind.
Having murdered one of the sisters, and not regretting my actions, it was impossible for me to go back. Going to live with my mom was out of the question too. If she were to shelter me, it meant I had to live by her rules. I would be unable to fulfill my promise to Nancy.
It was time I took things to the next level, and became a mafia gangster with no one telling her how to live, having to play by rules that I make, it was high time I became the woman of my dreams. An independent woman. I never dreamt of being a mafia gangster, and I was probably not going to continue as one. But at the moment, what mattered the most was that I needed my independence.
And I had finally gained it. But I didn't know how to survive independently. I was nothing but an eighteen years old girl, whose spark for revenge had just been rekindled. I didn't have much with me. Just a gun, bullets for reloading, my cellphone, and a determination to avenge my friends death, and revenge myself.
I spent the afternoon, under the sun, reminiscing on all my father had done. How could I have been so soft, to the point of letting someone preach to me the gospel of forgiveness?
This wasn't about myself anymore, it was also about the kind stranger, who turned to a sister. Not just the title the Mafia sisters gave themselves, Nancy became someone who I could confide in.
Right now, she was in a coma. Just because, I had complained that my best friend needed a transplant. She travelling down to my birth town, and donated hers. It seemed like she knew her chances of surviving was low, but she went ahead and didn't. Even I wouldn't make such sacrifices for her.
I wasn't a deist, neither was I an atheist. But I shut my eyes and prayed silently to whoever, or whatever it was that answered prayers occasionally came to her rescue.
And then, I continued on my way. Paddling into the city.
Before it was four pm, hunger had already dealt with me. I was weak, and needed to take a much deserved rest. But there was no where, not even a place to lay my head. I pushed my feet forward, resisting the urge to head to the hotel, and tell my mother that I wanted to live with her.
Suddenly, something about the woman who claimed to be my mother was beginning to feel odd. She had proofs of being my mother, but the fact that she kept encouraging me, and trying to coarse me not to take the revenge my heart longed so desperately for felt odd.
It also felt odd that she knew her way to the base of the Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters.
In the stead of wandering about baselessly, I desired to retract my steps in the direction of the place that my mother claimed was the base of the Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters. After which, I would check out the other place that I had assumed would be their base.
It wasn't hard to find my way to the place my mother had visited yesterday, which she claimed was their base.
Sneaking in was nothing close to easy. But it was still easier than I thought it would be. Infact for a moment, it felt like a trap.
I vividly recall when my mother and I had come, she had keys to the gate.
She unlocked the gate, and then the door to their living room. She also knew where bobby traps were, and were cameras were. She made it easy for me.
But right now, I had no keys. The gate itself seemed like it was automated. While I stood by the side, trying to figure my way in, it opened.
I already knew where the security cameras where at, and where the lasers were. But that didn't justify the fact that it was all too easy.
I could swear they were trying to lure me into their base, by making it easy for me to get past what was meant to be the security, and I wasn't wrong.