Athena's Family "The Hispanic Mafia" had put her through hell since a really young age up until she finally decides to run away and all that while pregnant.
Set forward three years later , Athena is on the run with her son jumping from city to city...
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** mention of SA!!**
the next few days went by fast and i welcomed the weekend with open arms.
i was exhausted and tired from everything and everyone.
the days went by like every other one only a little detail was added onto my nights..
vincent's calls.
after the night of the first call, he proceeded to call me every night at dot 10.20 PM.
i don't know how i feel about that, yet.
**
taking a deep breath i concentrate myself on getting dinner done for me and elijah, i haven't had dinner with him in a long fucking time which is not okey at all, now i'm to busy to eat with my son?
shaking my head i turn of the stove and put the plates on the counter.
Rico has been trying really hard to regain my trust and friendship, he's been picking me up from work, getting elijah gifts, getting us food, etc. I know he feels guilty and ashamed but i can't just forget about his actions and forgive him.
not just his actions but his brother's too.
i mean imagine someone you thought was your friend, put cameras up your apartment for his brother to 'watch' you..yeah that is fucked up isn't it?
shaking the thoughts out of my head, i take the plates and put them down on the table before calling elijah and sitting him on his chair.
"juice?" i ask while holding the apple juice bottle up, "ywes" he answers with a look that screamed 'you stupid mama?'
i am indeed.
chuckling i pour some in his cup and then do the same with my glass, finishing up i sit next to him and we start to eat together. our laughs and jokes filled up the apartment, my son is my best friend, he might be three years old but god was he a funny little dude.
"aha really?" i chuckle at the piece of information elijah had just shared with me before taking a piece of my chicken leg with some mashed potatoes into my mouth, fucking delicious the seasoning was ten out of ten. i didn't even know i was that good of a cook..i should consider opening up a restaurant, i really should.
one problem tho, i love food but i hate eating..does that make sense?
**
after we finished our food, we ate some ice cream before i had to clean up the kitchen because the food might had been delicious but fuck did i make a mess in the kitchen.
sighing i scrub the pans before rinsing them and putting them down to dry,before i moved on to scrub the stove and for some reason it relax me.
i was cleaning the kitchen in my home, the home i dreamed of for years, the one i knew i could never have, a home that lived in my imagination and look at me now. Living in my home with my son, i am so fucking grateful and there is nothing else i would want more..
