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Everyone has their Person. When I say person I mean someone they can rely on, someone they can talk to when they're in bad situations or just someone they can love, then that someone will love them back. Rather it be a family...
Everyone has there Person. When I say person I mean someone they can rely on, someone they can talk to when they're in bad situations or just someone they can love, then that someone will love them back. Rather it be a family member, a friend, or maybe a pet. Oh and when I say everyone I mean everyone except for me. And sometimes it scares me cuz I might never have that someone again.
When I was four me and my mom had moved to Italy. We didn't have a choice. My mom didn't have any support or anyone to rely on. She only had me, four year old Sam. My dad had left us before I was even born. So my mom struggled, a lot. My mom never told me much about him, but she did tell me that he did a bunch of bad things and he is the reason she couldn't get a job. But my mom managed to get a job as a maid in Italy. We had left our life in San Francisco and started a new one.
My mom worked for the Romanos. The Romanos are very popular around here, I don't know what kind of business they run but they are very wealthy and well known. They are a family of five. The oldest being Lorenzo Romano, the second oldest being Giovanni Romano, youngest Valentina Romano, and Mrs and Mr Romano. They didn't like us very much. I know this because out of all these amazing rooms in this mansion, me and my mother had to share the attic. At first it was all dusty and spider webs were everywhere but me and my mom managed and we made that attack fit for us.
A couple of years in Italy and Life still wasn't treating me oh so well. I barely knew the language and I didn't have friends. I tried making friends with the Romano brothers but all they did was ignore me and called me names like faggot. It's not like I haven't been called that before. I was always called girly because I didn't like sports or I didn't do what other 12 yr old boys did like watch porn and also because I sorta look feminine. At least they say I do which I don't deny. It took me a while to except that I do look that way.
My mom was also treated poorly around the mansion. She rarely had a break and if she did it would be for a couple of minutes. She would always came back to the room late a night. And sometimes I would even see bruises on her, ide ask her what happened but of course she wouldn't tell her son who was still too young to understand what had been happening to her. Mrs. Romano hated her the most, she forced my mother to wear Ridiculous clothing. I think that she was just jealous that my mother was more stunning then she could have ever been. My mother was very beautiful...
March 30, 2034, 4 days before my 13th birthday is the day my mother was killed. That was the day I lost my someone, and ever since then I haven't been the same.
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