Chapter 50: Chapter Fifty

*Gabriela*

My head was killing me. Slowly opening my eyes I felt the splitting, throbbing, pain pierce behind my eyes. Groaning, I try to focus my vision, but it was hard to do when the pain was massive like this. I move to get up and my hands meet with solid stone that felt grimy and slick.

Once focused I realized it was dark and cold inside the room I was in. Panic spears me when I remember the last thing that happened to me. I was in my room with Brittney. We had been arguing over the diary and she called out my name. That was the last thing I could remember.

She must have knocked me out and that explains the humongous headache I was now experiencing. Nausea hits me as I try to stand up and I nearly throw up. That wasn’t good. If I was feeling nauseous and dizzy than it’s a good guess I have a concussion. I slowly look around at my surroundings.

I was in some sort of basement with nothing but stone walls. It smelt musky, dank, and moldy in here. I don’t remember Giovanni having a basement though. Which means I was somewhere most likely off the property. Anxiety and fear starts to settle in the pit of my stomach. Wrapping my arms around myself I walk around the small space to see what I can find. A clue of some sort that will tell me where I may be. But nothing looks familiar, and my head wasn’t helping with matters as the throbbing intensifies in waves as I move.

Letting the wall guide me my feet shuffling is the only sound being made.

“Hello?” I call out, hoping that someone might hear me, but my voice just echoes.

Another wave of nausea hits me, and I had to stop and take deep calm breaths to control the vomit from surfacing. I check my surroundings once more and think what could possibly be nearby the farm that she could have taken me too.

How the hell was she able to lift me out of the house? Or that no one even saw her do it? You would think that someone would have seen me being carried out unconscious and raise alarm that something wasn’t right. I wasn’t sure how much time has passed, whether its day or night or if anyone was looking for me.

Moving along, still feeling the dirt covered stone, my foot hits against something and I nearly face plant forward onto the ground. But something stops me as I hit something hard and solid creating an oof to pass my lips.

On top of the splitting headache, my hip still smarting from the previous fall in my room, my foot now throbbing in pain, my stomach nearly threw everything up as a slab of cement pushed against it from running into it.

Rubbing the sore spot I look down in front of me and could slightly see an outline that looks like a long table. Touching it I could feel the piercing coldness and smooth surface, like it was marble or something. It was so dark in here that I could barely see the outline of it. I try to focus my eyesight better and it only helped a little.

A sudden shiver ran through me. It was so cold in here.

I splay my hands over the top of the table only for it to smear a thick layer of dust. Suddenly a small ray of blue light flows into the room from a tiny window high up above giving me the chance to see better and get a better idea of where I’m currently at. It was nighttime, which means it’s been hours or days.

I don’t recognize the place at all. But one thing was for sure. I was underground judging by the weeds that were on the side of the little window that held no glass at all. I look down at the table and falter back immediately seeing that it wasn’t a table at all.

It was a tomb.

Quickly scanning my eyes around, the panic skyrockets as I see more than one. There were three in here and the space was bigger than I first thought it to be. I hear a sudden scurrying on the ground and jump with a yelp when something flies past my feet. I run to the center of the room and once again check my surroundings.

It wasn’t like the monuments that were above ground and held more windows that were barred. This one seemed to be beneath the cemetery. But how the hell did she get me in here? How did she pass the guard that always kept a watchful eye on the entrance? It wasn’t making sense.

Unless…this wasn’t the cemetery on Giovanni’s property.

Shivering, I wrap my arms around myself and walk to the window that was well over my head. I couldn’t see anything other than the night sky with dark clouds.

“Hello?!” I yell out, my voice recaching off the walls.

Maybe there was a graveyard worker that was patrolling the nightshift. There was usually one right?

“Is anyone out there?! Hello?!”

I’ll yell all night long if I had too just to get anybody’s attention. I didn’t care if they were working with Brittney or not. As long as I know I wasn’t abandoned in this place I would feel a little bit better. But no one was coming, no one could hear me. Or there just wasn’t anyone around at this time of night.

Sagging with defeat, tears brimming my eyelids, I was getting colder by the minute and I my head was killing me. At least I didn’t feel hungry right now since my stomach wasn’t feeling all that well. I was afraid to close my eyes in case I did have a concussion. But didn’t anybody notice I was gone? That I wasn’t around the house?

I carefully look around for a door. There had to be one since she was able to get me in here. Scanning the walls I find it on the other side of the room and quickly walk to it. I turn grim when I see it was thick and held iron hinges like they used back in the old days. I go to turn the knob to find it locked. Of course it was. She wouldn’t have made it that easy for me.

Then I remember what she had written in the diary, and I should have taken more care behind the meaning of the words then.

Obstacle in the way. Another bitch to get rid of. Time is against me.

I didn’t think clearly when she had written that. It also didn’t register in my mind that the obstacle she was talking about was me. Of course I was in the way. Enzo choose me over her, didn’t even remember her in the first place because she wasn’t important or worth remembering.

I rattle the knob just to see if maybe there was a possibility that it might be loose from over the years of wear and tear. But no such luck. The door was firm and sturdy. Getting frustrated I growl and stomp my foot to release the agitation, but it didn’t help and only made my head throb more.

Walking away from the door I try to rack my brain on how I was going to get out of this situation and back home. I look around to see if there was anything I could use. The window looked wide enough for me to get through, barely, but it was all that I had at the moment. The only problem was how high it was.

I don’t even think jumping was going to help.

Heading back over there anyways something catches my eye that wasn’t caught before. Something white that stood out against all the grey darkness of the room. It was placed on the ground where I had been laying before. Heading over to it, I snatch it up to see it was a note.

I couldn’t see it very well so had to go back to the window where the light was still shining and squinted to see what the words said.

“How do you like your new resting place? It’s more than what you deserved. I could have stuck you six feet under in the ground, buried you alive. But I’m too softhearted for that. This is what you get for sticking your nose into somewhere it doesn’t belong. I worked too hard to get where I’m at and I’m not going to let you ruin it for me. Don’t worry I’ll make sure to comfort Enzo when he’s mourning your dead corpse. Over time he’ll forget all about you and I’ll be there to fill in the hole in his heart. Pleasant dreams, Gabriela. Hope the rats don’t eat the flesh from your bones.”

The bitch was fucking crazy. We should never have let her in. Enzo was right to try and kick her out on that first day. No point in having regrets now. I was stuck here and from the sounds of it, no one was coming back to check on me.

She was going to leave me here to die and rot. How often do these places get cleaned? Do they ever get cleaned? Judging from all the dust and dead leaves I would say, not very often. Tossing the note I try to jump up to the window, barely missing the ledge.

My heart begins to race, and my eyes burn from the unshed tears that were threatening to fall at any moment. Enzo wouldn’t just give up on me, right? Once he discovers that I’m missing he was going to go bat shit crazy. But how long before he returned back? I can’t rely on anyone right now.

It was up to me to get myself out of this fucking situation. And my best hope is to wait until morning, praying that there were going to be mourners visiting their lost loved ones. Hoping they would be able to hear my voice when I call out for help.