The Mafia Queen

15 years ago

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Amara's pov (8 year old)

The night was quiet, the stars hidden in the dark sky. No sound, not a single sound and it seemed like something would just come out from the corner of the long hallway and lunge at me any second.

Or at least that's what I hoped for.

I walked deeper into the lonely hallway, the pictures on the wall seemed to be looking straight at me; judging me, pitying me, despising me.

The golden interior and light white color walls, hurting my eyes and the guards outside each room looked at me with a hint of sadness and pity.

I didn't need their pity, I just needed my momma.

She would hug me and tell me that everything will be ok; she would lull me to sleep and give me head rubs.

Yes, she will definitely make it all better.

With the sudden confirmation, I quickened my pace and found myself in front of momma's door.

I could hear her humming and she knew that I was just outside her door.

I opened the door and softly closed it once I was inside; momma was folding clothes with her back turned to me.

"Tesoro! You're finally here, I was just talking to your Nonna she misses you and Isabella a lot and-"

She stopped suddenly and sniffed a little "why do it smell like blood?" I could feel my heart racing, she immediately turned around at my silence and a loud scream left her mouth.

I shut my eyes tightly and cringed at her terrifying scream, well I couldn't blame her.

It's not daily that you see your 8 year daughter covered in other people's blood.

The scream died down and loud sobs left her mouth instead, I hated that I was the reason she was crying, she didn't deserve it.

I hate myself.

Sobs wrecked through her body, her shaking hands covered her mouth. I made my way towards her shaky form, she kept muttering "no- you can't- no" over and over.

"Momma?" I questioned softly, putting a hand on her shoulder, I gasped as she suddenly grabbed me by my shoulders and screamed in my face

"YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE HIM!"

A quiet sob left my mouth, I didn't even know I was crying, her light emerald eyes soften and she let me go before sliding down the wall crying. Her hair in her hands, "just leave please" she whispered, her voice sounded so sad and I nodded before leaving the room.

The guards outside my mom's room gave me a half hearted smile; I immediately wiped my eyes knowing father would punish me if he knew I was crying.

"Is Isabella awake?" I questioned the guards, my sister is an active child and if she's awake in a room alone, she will feel lonely and I will not let that happen.

"Yes princess" the tall dark skinned guy said whom I knew by the name "xander".

I made my way towards the shower and rubbed hard at my skin, I watched the water turn red and I didn't feel anything. The worst part was I wanted to feel something.... anything.

But there was nothing.

In the mirror I just saw a little girl with black hair till her waist, her body filled with scars, most of which had been given to her by the "punishments", her dark brown eyes looked so empty, no emotion whatsoever in them or on her face.

I sighed before putting on a dress, I wanted to wear a simple t-shirt but I wasn't allowed to. Father thinks it's terrible to wear those.

After getting ready, I made it to my little sister's room, I opened the door to see the ball of sunshine just laying there playing with her hands, a smile made its way on my lips.

As if sensing me she immediately turned to me and I watched as she became so excited, trying to get out of her crib to me. She pouted at her failed attempt.

I chuckled before picking her up, her hands grabbed my cheeks and she started mumbling stuff to me, I loved when she did this it was almost like she was trying to distract me from the outside world for now we were just sisters who are 7 years apart.

I watched her light emerald eyes and felt sadness tug at my heart; I just wanted a hug from my mother so much for that huh?

As if hearing my thoughts Isabella rested her head on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my neck, I could feel my eyes tear up but I shook my head and went to sit on the big sofa in her room.

"Ti voglio bene" I whispered to my sister, I rubbed her back and rested my head on the wall. I just wanted to pass out and never wake up again but I wanted to protect Isabella, she doesn't deserve this life, and I will never let her go through what I went through.

The was my last thought before drifting away to darkness.

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