When 19 years old, Anna Hunt moves from California to Italy. She hopes to start a new life, make friends and be a normal teenager.
Lorenzo Balotelli is the most dangerous and feared person in Italy.
He is also the boss of the Italian Mafia.
He wil...
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My birthday was fine. It's always fine. Nothing ever happens, but I like it that way. This year they tried to throw a surprise birthday party, which I don't appreciate. The one thing that changed, was her.
It's dark outside, and we lay on blankets. She fell asleep very quickly, but I stayed inside instead of bringing her into her bed. The night seems peaceful. There's no noise except for the few cars that pass once in a while. The only thing shining is the stars above.
I heard Anna moving around so I looked at her. "Hey." She yawned. "Hi," I answered. "Were still outside?" She looked confused. "Yeah, it's not cold, so I thought, why not stay here," I replied. She smiled and nodded.
Her face suddenly changed. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah um, I don't mean to pry, but why don't you like celebrating your birthday." She asked. I knew she would eventually ask. Instead of getting angry, I kept calm. "It's complicated." Is all I said. "I understand you don't-?" I cut her off.
"I hadn't always hated my birthday. On my fourteenth birthday, my dad told me I was ready for my first kill. I was terrified, I didn't want to kill anyone." I spoke. Anna didn't say anything so I continued.
"He let me decide who I wanted to kill. I was so young, and I didn't want to hurt anyone, so I told my dad I couldn't, and I wouldn't." I stopped speaking.
"Lorenzo you don't have to go on with the story if you don't want to." She told me. I shook my head. "No, I've started so now I have to finish," I said. She nodded.
"When I told my dad this was at my party. He flipped and brought me and my mom outside. He told my mom to sit down on a chair and of course, she obeyed. My dad told me he picked the person." I recall the memory.
"I was confused. He looked at my mother and I began to cry. Out of everyone in the world, I couldn't hurt my mom. She brought me into the world, and there is no way I would repay her like that. So once again, I told my father, no." I added.
"You're brave for telling him no." She said. I nodded.
"Anyways, when I said no, my dad grabbed the gun out from his back pocket and shot my mom. Just like that. I watched her blood drain out of her body. I cried for days, weeks, maybe months. I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt." I sighed.
"Why? You didn't do anything. It was your father." She told me. "It was all my fault. If I just picked someone to kill, my mother would still be here today" I answered her. "Lorenzo doesn't do that to yourself." She said. "Do what?" He asked.
"That thing where you say if I didn't do this, this wouldn't have happened. Stop saying if. When my dad died, I kept saying that if he didn't get on the road that day, he would still be alive. All of that stuff is unnatural. You didn't know that would happen, so don't blame yourself for it." She explained.
I stood up and started to walk to the door. "Where are you going?" She asked. I ignored her and walked off. I just needed to get away. It was starting to get too real for me. I didn't know her dad died. I wonder how. I heard footsteps from behind me. "Why are you walking away?" She asked. "Leave. Me. Alone." I demanded. "No. Lorenzo, you don't get to me be nice to me one minute, and mean the next." She spoke loudly.
"I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!" I shouted. "I TOLD YOU ABOUT MY DEAD FATHER AND YOU JUST WALKED AWAY LIKE IT MEANT NOTHING!" She roared back. I wouldn't be surprised if everyone was listening to our conversation or more like an argument. "I WALKED AWAY BECAUSE I DON'T CARE!" I yelled. That was a lie. I did care, but for her to leave I had to say that. She stood frozen in time. I stared into her eyes, to see any emotion but I couldn't see any.
We stood there for a minute when she walked off. I started to regret my choices so I followed behind her. "Anna I'm-?" she cut me off. "No. You've said enough." She said. "I didn't mean anything I said. I walked off because stuff was getting too real. Talking about it was getting real." I told her. "Please, it is real. What you said WAS real. You need to get that in your head because or else you'll other people who care about you." She said and walked away.
I went to my office and slammed my hands onto my desk. I'm so stupid. I told her I didn't care about her father dying. She cares about me. Well, maybe not anymore because of what happened, but she did care. No one cares about me. Slamming my desk was not enough for me so I went to the gym. I punched the punching bag intensively. I kept punching the bag until I could see blood on the bag. This was still not releasing my stress nor my anger with myself.
While I was punching the bag I remembered something I used to do when I would be angry at my father, which would be a lot. I would go to this abandoned site and go extremely fast.
I walked out of the gym and fast-walked to the front door. "Where are you going?" I heard someone say from behind me. I turned around and Mario was standing there. "Somewhere," I answered. "Lorenzo you need to talk to Anna. What you said was horrible." He said. "I know, I will. Just not now." I spoke.
I got into my Lamborghini and drove off. The site was five minutes away. I got there fairly quickly. I started speeding down the road. It felt so good to feel the wind blowing on my skin. I kept driving, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I missed doing this. I looked out the window for one second and when I looked back my car was headed for a tree. I pressed down on the break, but it was too late.
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