Three days have passed slowly while being locked in my parents' room, three days without my medications, I have tried to speak to whoever brings me my meals, but the bastards are quick to dash away.

Especially after I attacked one of them.

I had thought of ripping the fabrics in my parents' bedroom, tying them together and turning them into a rope, you know, rapunzeling the shit out of here, but the chances of them tearing and dropping me from a high level, sent the idea out the window, also I don't have the heart to ruin my mother's bedroom.

Had my father redecorated this room like he did mine, I'd have torn everything up to get myself out of here.

But he didn't, and I turned to execute the next idea that came to my mind, someone is out to open the door at some point, and all I need to do is wait behind the door and strike when the time comes.

The time did come, and along with it showed up two of Rosario's men, one had a serving tray of food, and the other had been standing by the door, guarding it.

Once the door was open, and the man with the serving tray walked in, I shut the door behind him and quickly grabbed him from the back, dropping the serving plate to the floor, I slammed his head against the door a few times, he tries to fight back and push himself away from the door, I warped my arms around his neck tight enough, and held him there until he fainted, then unwrapped my arms and let his body fall to the floor, I give myself a moment to catch my breath, still blocking the door, I bend down to check the unconscious man's pockets.

He didn't have much on him, a set of keys, and a phone, great! Mine is out of battery.

But No gun. Fuck.

Well, that was a waste of my time, probably by this point the man outside has already gotten himself some backup.

Should I call 911? I thought as I bent down to use the unconscious man's fingerprint to unlock his phone.

Once the phone was unlocked, I step over him, and away from the door.

Okay, so 911, what do I say to them, why am I nervous about this? It's like calling the doctors to make an appointment.

I know I'm not in danger, but I'll be if that bastard Rosario won't let me go home to get my medications.

I need to take my immunosuppressants, or my immune system will start attacking Tobias' heart and reject it.

I decided to dial the number anyway and figure out what to say as the conversation went by, "9-1-1," I press call and listen as the line rang.

"911, how can I help you?" Even though I'm anticipating a response, I gasp when I hear it through the other line.

"Hello," I say tentatively.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?" The 911 operator asked.

"I'm locked and I want to go home," I say truthfully, if they don't believe me I'll kick someone's ass.

"Do you know where you are locked, sir?" The operator asked.

"My parents' bedroom," I say while looking around their bedroom.

"Are your parents not home at the moment to let you out?" The operator asked.

"No, they're dead," I said looking away from their bedroom and walking out into the balcony.

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss, do you have the address of your parents' home? We will send someone to get you out," the operator asked again.

"It's at the- HEY!" I gasp when I feel the phone gets taken from me, then I yell at Rosario who just throws the phone down from the balcony and into the courtyard.

The faint sound of the operator calling for me is long gone.

"You're one hell of a nuisance," he says.

I take his words as a compliment, "I aim to please."

He turns around and back inside, his subordinates carrying the unconscious man and leaving us alone.

"I thought you'd be more reasonable," Rosario said as he sat down at the lounge, "yet, here you're acting childish and causing trouble," he throws his digs so intentionally, and intentionally comply with his games.

"Childish?!" I repeated in disbelief, "I'm sorry whose locking who right now?".

"You can leave if you want," he says and I move to walk past him and towards the bedroom door, but instead he grabs my wrist and yanks me back harshly, making me lose my balance and fall into his lap, "you can leave if you want, but after the funeral," he whispers in my ear sending shivers across my body.

I groan and yank my wrist out of his grip, "Ugh! Let go of me!" I move over and sit on the sofa beside him, resting my head back and sighing, God I feel drained.

"When will the funeral be?" I asked.

"The day after tomorrow," he answered.

"I can't wait that long, Rosario, I have to go home," he turns his head and looks at me.

"... you have to stay here, it's for your own good," he says as he turns his head to look ahead.

I chuckle at that and shake my head, you have no idea, staying here's not good for me, it will kill me.

"You sound just like my father," I pointed, "you two are lucky to have found each other, got him off my back for a while," those were some peaceful years.

"Why do you hate your father so much?" Rosario asked.

"What not to hate about him?" I asked instead.

"He cared, he listened, he provided," I think Rosario would have continued to list more things about my dad, had it not been for the look on my face.

I scoff, "yeah right, he provided beatings, that's for sure,".

"You only see him from your perspective, you don't see him from his," Rosario argued.

"What's there to see?" I asked genuinely confused about their perspective, "I didn't want to live like him, I was content enough with living a normal life, you disagreed with him you get a beating," I argued back.

Rosario started arguing back again and defending my father's actions, I'm getting a headache from listening to this never-ending topic.

So I tried to get my point across, I punch him in the face, cutting him off mid-sentence, "how does it feel like, seeing things from my perspective?" I asked as I crept closer, he was holding his jaw, and his lower lip was busted.

His eyes, his dark eyes, they turn darker as he turned his head slowly to face me, trust me if I was his subordinate, I'd be pissing myself.

The next thing I know he grabs my shoulders, squeezing them tightly as he slammed me back against the sofa, his body was all over me, still holding me down against the sofa.

With gritted teeth, he says, "You're lucky you're your father's son or I'd have beaten you to a pulp already,".

This makes me burst out laughing, "forget my father, go ahead and beat me to a pulp," I wink at him.

He groans and curses, "Fuck!" Before he leans down and tangles his lips with mine very roughly, biting my lower lip harshly, and giving me a matching busted lip like his.

He pulls back and I grin at him, "don't be shy, bite me some more."