Resse- SOLD TO JESSE KLAVER (Mafia AU)

Manipulate, Mansplain, Malewife. a biography by Sjoerd Sjoerdsma

(My existence is to serve the people who either ironically or unironically simp for politicians)

(Also fun side note, i failed my first college application, and my second choice was based on this hell-ride, so im studying government and politics.)

I stomped towards my room and slammed the door closed.

"How could he be a vampire!?" I asked to myself, furiously.

someone knocked at my door.

"Go away! I don't want to talk right now!!"

"Please Rob! I can explain!" 

Furiously and overly aggressive, I opened the door. "What do you want Klaver?!" i said "can you just not suck the life out of someone else??"

The mafia boss sighed dramatically, but i had no time for him, no time to feel guilty, I walked out.

Outside my room and in the hallway there were three women.

"Who are you." I asked hoping that i came over more confident than i was. The only female role model in my life was my mother, and she sold me for five bottles of mediocre beer:
It was best to say that women scared me, because I wasn't like them.

The middle woman with blonde hair turned around.
"I'm Lillian Marijnissen, leader of the communist mafia organisation."

I shook my head whimpering in fear. "How did you get inside my house?"

"No time." She answered hastily, and pointed behind her, these are my fellow comrads; Lillianne Ploumen,-"

A short brunette woman waved clumsily, i resonated with her.

"-and Sylvana Simons"

Sylvanna turned around and punched a cishet white man in the face. it felt a little performative, but nonetheless very cool. "We're here to save you from Jesse Klaver."

"But he's my hubby." I answered.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Do you really want to stay?"

I thought about prior events; "no, we had a argument earlier." I nodded, "yup im leaving."

I packed all my things into my leather briefcase, making sure that i didn't accidentally leave any important documents such as coalition agreements behind, and closed the door. "Well i'm good to go" i said.

The women all left, before I followed them I turned around and tenderly touched the secret framed picture of Jesse Klaver, i wept silent tears and released a breath i didn't realize I was holding.

I would miss him, his hot dark (red??) eyes, and his hot voice and the hot curls on his head.
He saved me, from what I did not know, maybe he saved me from the loneliness inside me.

"NO!" I said to myself, "oh my god .Vampires are bad."

So i left.

The car ride was uneventful.

"Where am i going now?" I asked for the third time.

They ignored me, and Lillianne Ploumen turned up the music.

Trijntje Oosterhuis.

I scoffed, of course they liked her music. So popular and all that.

"Tell me please." I said as politely as i could.

"Where already here." Simons said from behind the wheel.

We stepped out of the car. It was a nice house and felt strangely familiar.
In the garden was a old willow tree that reminded me of memories just as old.

"Who's house is this?" I asked.

"It's yo mums." Someone said behind me.

"No!" I gasped, "My mother hates me and doesn't want me!" I looked back angrily. "Also this isn't her house." I added.

Lillian Marijnissen shook her head. "That wasn't your mother."

I was confused, but i heard a door close behind me and turned to look at the house.

A woman stood in the doorway. She held her arms open.

"That is your mother," Marijnissen continued.

"Sigrid Kaag."

I ran towards my apparent mother. Tears rolling down my eyes.

"Mama??"

"Yes son. It is me."

"Omg"

We hugged, a bit awkward, i still had no idea who she was.

"But how?" I wondered.

She sighed dramatically, fluent in six languages. "You were taken as a baby, by the maffia. I tried to look for you but I was also very busy being a girlboss and all that."

I nodded. "Which Mafia?"

"Have you heard of the Liberals? Geert Wilders was the one who stole you away." She said with a mysterious glint in her eyes. 

"But why!" I asked, i needed to know. "Tell me why!"

She turned her head away from me. Her blonde like a curtain as i couldn't see her face. Something i so desperately yearned for. "It was nothing but a big mistake."

I cried as i didn't understand, but that happened a lot. Somewhere i missed Jesse Klaver, i hoped he could forgive me from running away.

Suddenly i was very tired from all this new information that i learned in a single night and fell asleep.