"Did I make myself clear, Paris?" He said and put a strand of my hair behind my ear.
I gritted my teeth in anger. He- no I'm the stupid one! How could i let him do that to me. Now he thinks that he has power over me.
"About what, Elias?" I crossed m...
I don't remember when I fell asleep, I just know that when I woke up, my eyes were puffy and red from all the crying. Elias wasn't next to me so after I did my morning routine I went downstairs.
Ah, if only I didn't...
I sighed and started walking back to my room but Elias's voice was quick to stop me.
"Paris." He called out and I stopped in my tracks. In a second, he was next to me and gently grabbed my hand. "Please, do it for me." He said and I looked down at our interwined hands.
He wanted me to go downstairs and sit with the woman that ruined my life.
If I'm being honest, I kinda wanted to know what she has to say. If there was some good reason why she left me.
Hand in hand with Elias, we made our way to the living room where my mom and Doctor Dalton were sitting. My heart already started beating rapidly when I saw her. She stood up but Elias raised his hand as a sign for her not to come close. He then lead me to the couch which was opposite of the other where they were sitting, and sat down next to me.
"Paris," my mom started, making my anxity build up even more. "I- I came here to talk, to tell you everything."
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever she had to say.
"Go on."
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Growing up in Naples, Italy, in a poor family wasn't a destiny someone would want. Located north of the city of Naples, in an area that tourists often avoided, I was living with my mom, dad and my three brothers.
My dad was a wanna be mafia man, who actually didn't know shit about those stuff. He even convinced my brothers to help him with his drug trafficking business, in which they didn't succeed. Living here definitely made them want to be like the other mafias. As I said, this neighbourhood was a dangerous place. These huge veil-shaped towers dating from the 60s have become the territory of the camorra, the Italian mafia.
My dad's stupid plan was to trick the biggest mafia boss here, Don Carlo. But, he ended up getting shoot in the head instead.
I was working in the small bakery which wasn't really near to my home. That night, when i got home...I could never forget that night.
Blood.
So much blood.
My whole family was murdered.
And I ran, all I could do was ran away from Naples. I don't know how but I contacted a close friend of mine who bought me tickets for America. The farther away, the better. My friend, Frank, who had an aunt and uncle in California helped me a lot. I stayed at their home for years, hiding from Don Carlo and his revenge.
