Dangerous Living

New Home

I kept Maggie in my hands and picked up my back pack that had my chargers and laptop ect. When Uncle Paul and I walked out the door 3 other men went into my apartment to grab the rest of my things. I was escorted into a black Cadillac Escalade with very tinted windows. What felt like hours we were finally at a private jet. Is this how my dad flies, not a regular plane? I layed down on the couch, I set my pillow up and my blanket. I finally was laying down. Maggie went under the covers and balled up in between my legs like usual.

One of the three men spoke up. "Is that dog going piss to or shit anymore?" He clearly wants to get punched today.

"No, she just used the bathroom and she is potty trained. If anything happens I will take care of it myself." I said in a bitchy tone. The man walked away.

"I can see you still have your father's temper." Uncle Paul said.

" Yeah and then some Uncle Paul."

"Great." He said sarcastically.

"Get some sleep honey, you'll thank me later."

I snuggled in the fuzzy blanket, my eyes became droopy and fell asleep like Maggie did. I was slightly shaken.

"Wake up kiddo we're here." Uncle Paul whispered.

I fluttered my eyes open, "Are we really?"

"Yes, now wake up."

I went to stretch and I woke Maggie up. She hopped off the couch and stretched as well. Just like me she slept the entire flight. Like mother like daughter right? I flug my backpack over my shoulder and held Maggie with my other arm. When we weren't in NYC I let her off the leash, she was very well trained. As soon as we exited the plane she went potty. Uncle Paul made the guy that complained pick it up because no one should talk to Aldo Gallo's daughter like that. I'm thinking that can be a good thing but a really bad thing as well. Again we jumped in the same kind of Escalade as we did in New York. We made it to my dad's house or should I say mansion.

We had to go through numerous gaits to get to the mansion. The house was white, with a rose garden in the center of the driveway. There were trees in front of the house. This house was breathtaking. I could see an entrance to a parking garage. Great, they're probably really fast cars. And really fast cars aren't really good for a shitty driver like me. I could see my father at the front door. He wore a gray suit with black dress suit. He was eagerly waiting for me, bouncing his leg up and down. The car stopped at the front door. My father ran up to us, opened the car door and had his arms wide open. We didn't say anything, we just held onto each other. I began to cry, he smelt the same as he did when I was younger. His hug and kiss on the top of my head felt the same as well. His voice always smoothed me down.

"I'm so happy you decided to come here. My little girl turned into a beautiful young woman. I'm so blessed to have you back." He held me for another minute and rubbed my back like he always did. I pulled away.

"Stop crying Figila. You're here, everything is alright, you're safe now."

I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears. I heard a little bark from behind me, I scooped Maggie up and brought her over to my dad.

"This is Maggie dad, she's 3 years old."

"She's such a cutie. She'll get along with my dogs." He said while petting her.

Uncle Paul came from behind me, "Yes Maggies adorable but let's go inside it's a bit windy out."