The Mafia

It was all a year ago. I've changed a lot since then. During that one night I realized that it couldn't go on like this. The next day I distanced myself from my mother. And one day, after training, I messed with the guys at the bus stop. I had a fight with them. I had finished five of them and the rest left. The whole thing was on Wednesday. Today was Friday and when I woke up I had no idea what was going to happen today.
I got up early. At half past six I was already down in the dining room. My black hair was now long and a lot straight down my back. I had taken them back together so I could see something. At seven I got on my bike and didn't go to Lisa. I had freed myself from her. Instead, I drove straight to school. I had a couple of boys as buddies by now. "Hey boys!" I called and they turned around. "Hey Cha. What's up?" shouted one. I ran to them and we made the usual greeting. We put all hands on each other and growled briefly. It certainly looked stupid to outsiders, but that's how it was for us.
By the way, I was the only girl. I was respected by my meanwhile black belt in karate, the green one in judo and the orange one in jiu jitsu, a sport that is similar to judo but aims more at strength of character. "Let's go in, I don't feel like waiting out here any longer." I said and turned around. The boys just followed me. In class I had to sit next to Lisa and it cost me a lot, because at the beginning she was completely exhausted and now it wasn't much better. I didn't find the whole thing so bad, some people may now portray me as numb, but the goal was important to me.
With the hard training that I had been doing for almost a year now, my character had become stronger.I just wasn't that shy young girl anymore, but a strong young woman. The teachers also seemed to respect me. Maybe just because I was better at sports than anyone else. You just noticed the training. I don't know how to describe it better. Well when I stepped out of school. I hurried home on my bike. I still had a lot to do.
At home, I just ran past my mom, who didn't even bother to greet me. I put on my karate suit and ran back down the stairs. Then I grabbed my bag and headed for the bus. When I got there, I even had a little time. I felt like I was being watched all the time since the incident when I beat the boys together. But today it was extreme, as if someone was sitting in every corner watching me. I shook my head. "What are you afraid of. You have the black belt in your belt and you do two other martial arts. You can defeat any opponent." I mumbled it to myself until the bus showed up. I quickly got in and drove to the dojo. When I got out the looks were gone. They didn't have to follow me. Oh what, what am I thinking, nobody was watching me.
In the dojo, I was highly regarded. I was generously told about the incident after I told them my parents were getting divorced. My father moved out a long time ago. I saw him once a month. I didn't have time to do more, especially since he had a girlfriend and soon I would have a half-brother and I didn't like that at all. I sighed and got into fighting stance to defeat my master. I was the figurehead for the club. I fought a lot and since I've been so good, you even had to wait a year to register, there was a queue. I grabbed my Master and threw him on the floor. The fight didn't even last ten minutes, I just had to work on perfection.When I left the dojo it was already dark. It was November. By eight it was already dark. I ran to the bus stop. I didn't meet the boys again. They were gone a long time. I waited for the next bus.

First of all, the people who stayed in the shadows did not stop me. But when they moved, my senses were at 180. I looked around. Five opponents. Not a huge number for me, but something was making me nervous. Because these people didn't seem normal. I didn't know what it was, but I got into fighting position. Then I heard a voice. "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you as long as you don't fight back." Said a deep voice right behind me. I spun around and saw a young man he must have been around 20. "What do you want?" I growled. "Sorry lady, but you are not able to ask questions at the moment. Because the guys have a lot more to it than you. I wonder what the boss wants to do with, well, none of my business." He said, hearing it addressed himself as if he was talking to himself. Meanwhile I had to find out that I really had no chance against the guys. They were armed to the teeth. "Ok then what do you want from me? What should I do?" I asked, still uneasy, but with a challenging tone. “It's nice that you want to comply right away.” And before I could place the words I was hit in the neck and everything went black. My last thought. I had failed again. I was too weak.

When I woke up again, I was in a dungeon. Solid metal bars ensured that the inmates stayed where they were. "Well, girl, what did you do to end up with the mafia?" I heard a voice ask. Only now did I notice that I was not alone in the cell. A man around fifty was sitting on a board that was supposed to serve as a bed. "Mafia?" I asked. Out of sheer excitement, I could only manage to whisper."yes you are at the Mafia headquarters." "What is the Mafia?" I asked. "You don't know that ?! Well, the Mafia is just called it. Actually, this organization is called Black Wolves. But nobody calls them that. They kill people for the government, or even opponents. I'm sitting here because I'm an informant. Nobody comes out of here alive. Girl, you're sitting pretty deep in your shit! " he said and looked at me pityingly. At first I just felt fear, but then I got angry.
My body felt like it was about to burst if I couldn't get rid of the anger. I got up and hit the bars with my foot. "That doesn't help. These things are made of steel and nobody can hear you here either." He said dryly. "How long have you been sitting here?" "Two weeks, soon three. Why?" "Then someone has to give you something to eat. You don't look malnourished." I said. “Yes, every day at 7am, 1am and 6:30 pm there is food.” “What time is it?” “Immediately half past six.” “Good,” I sat on the other board and waited.
When a boy came with food, he pushed it through a slit. Before he could see I grabbed him. "Do you have the keys?" I asked him sharply. He shook his head fearfully. "Then tell the one above that I will dismantle this cell in kind with your prisoner if you don't tell me what to do here?" I said and let go of him. The boy almost ran to the next cell. "That is not good. With that behavior you will soon be dead and so will I." "I didn't know anything about this mafia and there must be a reason why I should be here. I'm sorry that I drag you in because you but told me beforehand that they would die anyway, I thought to myself that it doesn't matter. A quarter of an hour later I heard footsteps. While the man was hiding in the last crack, I stayed seated. "So you want to know what's going on said a nasty grinning guy.I nodded and looked him straight in the eye. "What if I don't tell you?" he laughed nastily. "Zja then unfortunately I have to disappoint you. I know a few types of suicide. And the way I see it, you still need me." I looked into his face. His grin was gone. He looked me in the eye for a few more seconds, then disappeared. “And what has now brought us?” “I don't know, but he'll pass it on to the next higher.” “I don't want to die yet. I want to be with Maxi again.” He whimpered. "Why are you sitting here? You are an informant, but what does that mean exactly." mean good. "he said and lay down on his board. He had already eaten. I didn't have any food because I had packed the boy beforehand, but I wasn't hungry either. So at some point I fell asleep on the hard board in the dungeon with an empty stomach.