Isabela mae
The amazing smell of my mothers cooking made me feel right at home as soon as Diego opened the door to the dining room.
I inhaled deeply. It made me smile so big.
"Bela sweetheart" my mother limped over and hugged me tightly. Not as tight as she usually would but it was tight enough for me to feel at home.
"Hello mamá" I said quietly. I looked over to Lucas. He stood almost menacingly in the corner. He was glaring at everyone. I walked over to him. I saw him as sweet at first, but now I think my mind is being changed. I have a strange feeling that all he's doing is messing with my feelings.
"Everyone, sit, sit!" My mother exclaimed. We all took our seats around the table. Lucas sat in the seat next to me. The door cracked open and in walked my father walked in. Lucas immediately tensed up. I gulped.
My father sat down grumpily and looked across to Lucas. "Mr Marchetti," He reached his hand across the table.
"I'd prefer for you to not call my that," Lucas said, he reluctantly reached over the table to shake his hand. "No matter how much people want me to be, I'm not my father."
My father laughed obnoxiously. I rolled my eyes. I picked up my knife and squeezed it in my hand. I gritted my teeth and tried to control my anger. "Father.." I said. He continued to laugh. "Father!" He stopped laughing abruptly and looked at me.
"Who do you think your talking to?" He asked angrily. I looked at the floor and fiddled with the knife under the table. "You go away for months and now you come back and start yelling at me!" I flinched at him yelling at me. Lucas gripped my knee under the table.
"I'm sorry father." I said.
"Valentina!" My father yelled. "Where's my food!"
"Here" my mother said. She placed the plate full of food down in front of my father with a shaky hand.
My father, like a pig, ate the food on the plate. My mother put down our plates and we all thanked her. She limped around the table and sat in her seat. It made me feel bad that she was injured but my dad was still making her cook. My father has more than enough money for a chef and a bigger house. But he keeps it all for himself. Growing up, my bedroom was in the attic.
I ate my food slowly. The whole time Lucas's hand was placed firm on my knee. He was staring at my father between bites. It was quite comforting. Every time my father looked at me he would squeeze my knee harder.
After we finished food everyone went into our living room. All the memories made in here, everything we did, everything we said. My brother helped my mother into a chair. My father left and stomped up the stairs.
"Is it okay mamá if I go up to my room to get somethings?" I asked.
"Of course my sweet Bela," my mother said. "Do you need a box or a bag maybe?" She asked.
"No I think I'll manage," I kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you"
I walked out of the room and Lucas followed. We headed up the stairs and up to my bedroom. Posters were all over my walls. My bed was just as I left it. Everything happened in here. I was first beat by my father in here. I hid everything in here. My feelings. My life. I tear dropped from my cheek.
"You okay?" Lucas asked.
"Yeah" I smiled.
I walked over to a loose plank of wood in the floor. I popped it open and pulled out a big dusty box.
"What the hell is that?" Lucas asked.
"If I ever left or needed to run away, I had everything hidden and ready to take." I said.
"You.....prepared for that?" He asked.
"Well yeah," I said, "I new one day I'd finally get away from my dad."
"That's kinda sad." He knelt down next to me.
"Yeah, well it is what it is."
"I actually wanted to talk to you about something," he said. He sat down on my bed and looked to me. "It's about us getting...well..married."
I stared at him blankly.
"What about it?" I asked.
"How involved do you want to be?" He rubbed his neck uncomfortably.
"Well it's not what I expected my marriage to be," I explained. "So I want it to be less meaningless, so I don't feel that I'm actually getting married. I guess I don't want to be involved. The only thing I request is that I'm not dressed in white."
"Why not white?" He asked.
"So it doesn't feel like it's like real" I put specific emphasis on the word 'real'.
"How would wearing white make it feel real?" He asked.
"So it wouldn't be......traditional." I picked up my box and put it in a duffle bag.
"Okay," he said. "What is your idea of your not real wedding then?" He asked.
I sighed and walked over to the closet. I pushed it and revealed a paper taped to the wall behind it. I pulled it off and gave it to him.
"Here," I thrusted the paper towards him. "This is all the hopes I've ever had for a wedding."
He took my paper and looked at it. I left my bedroom and walked down the hall. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bathroom. It was my father. I squealed and he slapped his hand over my mouth and slammed me against the wall.
"I don't like that your getting all, comfy, with Mr Marchetti," he growled, stabbing his finger hard in my chest. I grimaced. "Quite frankly I prefer how that Robin guy abused you, he put you in your place. Where is that Robin guy?"
"Robin's dead," I growled. "I killed him."
"Oh wow, little Isabela is finally following what her daddy taught her," he bunched my hair into his fist and dragged me out of the bathroom. I squealed and tried to plead with him. "Quite down, or I'll have to be a little more aggressive." He kicked me in the face.
We got to his little secret basement door. He unbolted the door, and threw me down the stairs. I thudded to the ground. I pulled myself up and looked up the stairs. I saw the silhouette of my father making his wash down the stairs slowly. He was with someone else though.
They came into the light and I saw the person my father was with was Lucas holding a gun to his head. I tried to stand but I fell back to the floor. I let out a small moan as my body collided with the cold, hard floor.
"If I find you have left a mark on her once I take her back to my home, I will not hesitate to completely shut down your entire corporation," Lucas threatened. "I'll cut all ties, and keep in mind the only reason I am allowing your company to remain is because I still wish to marry your daughter to further create spies and alliances."
"I could pull my daughter out," my father said.
"No," Lucas smirked. "Your a greedy pig who wants my money."
Lucas walked over to me and scooped me in his arms. He was delicate to touch me too much as he didn't know how injured I could be. I cried into his chest. He carried me out of the basement and down the hall. He picked up the bag I dropped outside the bathroom.
He thanked my mother for the food and practically blanked my brothers. He placed me in the back of the car and drove to his huge mansion. I slowly fell asleep in the back of the car.
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Poison
Романтика' I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, another in my hair. I felt his warm breath on my neck. I melted in to his touch. I longed for it. I craved it. His hands traced my body. It gave me pleasant goosebumps. His lips connected with my...
