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By now, we're sitting in the living room and while Dad and Leroy are talking about motorcycles, I'm tensely nibbling on my fingernail. I watch him, almost staring at him, for some angry sign. But I can't locate any of it. Is he feeling a little more comfortable now?

"So it's getting late. I thank you for the wonderful dinner, but now I have to leave," his voice snaps me out of my thoughts. My father smiles and nods at him.

"Of course, of course. I wish you a good night then," he replies and he rises as Leroy stands up. 

"One day we have to ride a motorcycle together. Then I'll show you what my Tenny can do," he adds and Leroy nods, laughing softly.

Goosebumps form on my body as he laughs for the first time. So rough and pleasant. I swallow and shake my head unimpressively to shoo those thoughts away. 

His laugh isn't pleasant, it's creepy and eerie and demonic! 

"Katrina?" his voice snaps me out of my thoughts and again I shudder. Damn! I look up and meet his eyes, looking at me expectantly. I wonder if he's called me more than once.  

"Huh?", I start, or I'll stutter. I wet my dry lips and take a deep breath. All three of them look at me, waiting. Leroy leans back slightly and strokes his beard once to hide the twitching corners of his mouth, but I've already seen the diabolical grin.

What a... I grit my teeth. I'll show him! 

"Are you coming?" he asks, in a tone, you would only speak to a child. I refrain from making a face. My mother looks at me expectantly, she must have expected me to go with him after all she thinks we are quite fresh together and the last few days I have only been at home. 

"I...", I begin but falter. 

"I'd like to... But I can't today. I haven't even packed all my stuff yet, and besides...", I add a bit more boldly. Plus, I should at least tell my parents on my own and a little more relaxed. Not just move out right away.

Leroy's expression darkens and I am instantly struck with fear. I wonder if he would follow his threats. I hope not. 

"Packing things? Where are we going?" My father asks in astonishment. They are still standing between the door and the hinge while I am sitting, which is why I now stand up as well. With that, I intend for everyone to accompany Leroy out, but my parents are still staring at me curiously instead of moving. I sigh inwardly. 

"I was going to tell you this in peace, but fine... I'm going to move out and move in with Leroy," I inform them, ignoring the lump that slowly forms in my throat. My mom smirks, but Dad looks at me with wide eyes. For a moment, his reaction catches me off guard. Why is he looking at me so... panicked? 

"You want to move out?" He prods again. I nod slowly. He swallows, and at the look on his face, I imagine it starting to work in his head. Why is he looking at me like that? What's wrong with him? "Isn't that a little early?" he adds, even snorting. Astonished, I look to Mom, who is now equally frowning and staring at him in confusion. 

I shrug my shoulders awkwardly and bite my lower lip. Actually, he shouldn't care, and actually, I wouldn't bring it up like that... And actually, I wouldn't be so awkward if I actually wanted to. When I look back up at Leroy, he has slightly shaped his eyes into slits that pierce the back of my father's head and lifted one corner of his mouth. I stare. He looks at my father as if something has been confirmed for him.

Then his gaze lands on me and he smiles so low that I have to swallow. He then looks down at his belt and I follow his gaze as he pulls his shirt out of his pants. My breathing quickens as I recognize the black gun tucked into his waistband, pressing against his tanned skin. 

"No! I mean... Well, it's not too soon. We've known each other for a long time, and I-" I call out hastily, looking back up at Leroy. He contorts his face into a bored expression and gives me a hand signal to say more. My gaze turns helpless, but he just raises his index and middle fingers, forms them into a gun, and points it at the back of Dad's head without him noticing. Perkily, he smiles at me. I bite my lower lip again in despair. 

Now pull out another one, damn it!

"I love him. And I want to spend my life at his side. And it's not like I'm going to war, my God! I would call you often and...-", I playfully add, and just as I want to say that I would come to visit them often, Leroy shakes his head, hardly noticeable. I would love to snort now and just start crying, but I can still hold myself together. 

"Yeah yeah, go ahead," Mom says suddenly, shrugging and smiling at me. I lift my head, which I lowered briefly to blink away the tears and nod at her, smiling. That's better. While I actually don't quite understand Dad, I'm not really bothered by his reaction.

Inwardly, I even hope that he will say something that will make Leroy let go for today. But my mind immediately screams at me that it had better not come to that. 

Dad says nothing more. He has his eyebrows drawn together bitterly and is looking at the floor. I am surprised at his behavior, but will not comment on it. 

"I'll just go get a small bag for today," I say to Leroy and am about to start walking when Dad stops me. 

"No," he hisses suddenly. My heart skips a beat as Mom gives him a really annoyed look now. "You seem like a great guy, but this is moving too fast for me. I'm not okay with it yet. I... Rina's still studying, she can barely contribute financially and..." dad adds, starting to stutter. 

"Oh, now stop it. I think they've already talked about that. They'll know what to...-" mom now says, but he harshly interrupts her.

"I said no!" Dad clenches his fists and Mom as well as I look at him now really startled. This reaction is over the top. Why is he so strongly against it? It's not like I'm only sixteen years old! 

"Well, let's turn things around and have some fun," Leroy suddenly snorts, coming toward me. I hold my breath. "You must know that I have never been in a girl's house to impress her parents. Let me put it this way, Sir, you let your daughter go with me and no one gets hurt," he says, grabbing my arm. I close my eyes, powerless. So now everything is going down the drain after all. All that effort to pretend we were a couple, for nothing. 

"Katrina, what are you doing?!" Dad shouts angrily, but you can hear just as much how frightened he is. 

"Dad, I...", I begin brittly and want to walk towards him, but Leroy doesn't let go of my arm and pulls me back to him. 

"Maybe I should start by explaining to you who I actually am. I'm the mafia. Your daughter saw something she shouldn't have. That's why she's going to live with me because I want to keep an eye on her. I tried things the nice way, but since that didn't work, we're going to do it my way now! Behave yourself and nothing will happen to her. And the same goes for you. You behave, nothing happens to your parents. Phone calls will be made when I allow it and visiting only on special days. Birthdays, Christmas, or Thanksgiving. Please do not underestimate me. You haven't lost your daughter yet, but you will if you think you're going to take her away from me. Have a nice evening," he hisses, and as he drags me away by the arm, my mother sobs. My father looks at us with wide eyes, speechless with shock. 

This sight hurts so much that I forcefully pull my arm away from Leroy and run to my parents. 

"I'm so sorry! I should have told you about this, but I didn't know how to explain it all. Please don't worry, he really doesn't hurt me, he's barely around me and... I will come back, I promise. And no police!", I sniffle and hug them tightly. Mom is crying bitterly. The horror that must be going on in her head now is evident in her eyes. She must be thinking something else and I can't even really calm her down. 

"You'll get my daughter only over my dead body!", Dad suddenly roars and grabs my arm.

Stunned, I look up at him, but even Mom now grabs my other arm and looks Leroy firmly in the eye, who raises his head defiantly with the corners of his mouth twitching. God, this is going to be a bloodbath if I don't do something! So I turn to my parents. 

"Dad, please," I demand. He's the straw that breaks the camel's back. I don't know how long Leroy will stay this calm or what he's like when he gets really angry. How far will he really go? 

I don't even want to know.

"No. If we let you go with him now, he will torture you before you die. And that thought is unbearable! Then let him kill us all together now. Come on, you son of a bitch!" rages Dad and I close my eyes, upset, trying to calm down. 

"Listen to me, Dad. I love you and yes, I know it feels awful that you have to let me go with this guy and you're worried. But it sounds worse than it really is. Honestly, I've already been with him for two weeks, and look! Not a scratch anywhere. Now let me go, Dad, please!" I say to him, calming him down a bit. Dad screws up his face, his eyes reddening as tears gather in them. 

"I... God, how did you get into all this, child?" he whimpers. It breaks my heart to see my dad in this condition, but I can't help it.

"I'm sorry," I just whisper hoarsely. That's all I know how to say. He nods slowly and wipes away his tears. 

"Take care of yourself, little one," he whispers, hugging me to him. I hug him tightly, as does Mom, who says purely nothing more. But her eyes speak for her. She's making herself deathly anxious. 

"I will, Dad. I will!" I assure him. Then I take a deep breath and turn around, but Leroy isn't even standing there anymore. He must have walked out. Before one of my parents holds me back again, I hurry to get out of here. 

And before I have another nervous breakdown... 

Mom and Dad don't accompany me to the door, but that's just fine. I can see only Mom sitting down, stunned, and burying her face behind her hands, then I leave home. 

I see Leroy standing outside his car as soon as I close the door behind me. Fire flares under his face as he lights the cigarette that is stuck between his lips. 

"Get in the car," he hisses when he notices me. I wince slightly at his tone. 

"Why did you do that?", I hiss reproachfully, now allowing my eyes to fill with tears. I just can't suppress them anymore. His gaze darkens. He gets dangerously close to me and presses me against the car.

The smell of cigarettes gets into my nose and makes me cough softly. Roughly, he grabs me by my chin, and I look him in the eyes as boldly as I can. Bitterly, he returns my gaze and tightens his grip so much that I squint my eyes in pain. 

"Not a word." 

The burning in the roots of my nose is the warning signal to me before a tear escapes. Angrily, I nod and tear myself away. Then I get in the car. 

And as I look out the window now, I realize once again that Leroy is the evil in person.

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Damn... angry Leroy:)

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