Leap of faith

Chapter 1

The city where Ellena, the main character comes to is fictional. It does not have a name yet because I cannot think a good name yet, sorry😅

T.W- Mention of unwanted touches and looks. Nothing graphic.

I pulled open the cab's door with one hand, the other gripping my backpack tightly and got in hurriedly. I hoped this one takes me to my location.

"Where to, miss?" The driver asked.

I took a breath, smiled and then ratted of the address I have already memorised. The driver raised his eyebrows in clear suprise but to my extreme gratitude just shrugged and started driving. Bless him.

I wonder what excuse I would have given if he had asked about my visit to that particular address. I might have said the truth but then there would have been a high chance of him dropping me off a mental hospital for an insane claim or just leaving me here like those four idiot cab drivers before him. Let me tell you, that was not fun at all.

And what insane claim it might be you ask?  My claim that I was the daughter of the man who lived at that address.

Still wondering why the claim is insane?

Well, the man who lived there was not just an ordinary person but the great Domenico King, the man who had build this city. The man who owned the city. I wonder if his last name was really King or an honorary tittle or something? I did my research on him before coming here and damm! the people adored him. He was really a King and not just in name. Cool, right? (Btw- the honorary tittle thing was actually an ongoing debate on social media.)

My mother had always told me that I was a princess. I had never thought that she was being all serious!

Sadly, my father was unaware of my existence.

When I was twelve, I had asked mum about my dad and she had told me that he didn't know about me.

"He was grieving his wife, darling." My mother had told twelve year old me, in that soft melodic voice of hers that I would really miss, "His sons needed him more than us."

"Did you love him?" I had asked.

Mum had given me a sad smile, "He didn't love me but I am completely sure he would have loved you. He always wanted a daughter. You look so much like him."

"Really?"

"Really." Mum had smiled. She had a beautiful smile. "You have his eyes, these beautiful blue orbs, his perfect nose-" she tapped my nose making me scrunch it with a smile, "-and his gorgeous smile. You are just like him. My mini Nico."

"Nico?" I had repeated confused.

"It's nothing." Mum had waved off.

"There is more to this story that you are not telling me, right?" I had asked suspiciously.

"You are a smart child, darling." Mum had said chuckling, "yeah there is more. Much more and I will tell you when you are older."

"How old?" I had asked urgently.

"Atleast 17." She had replied.

I had narrowed my eyes at her, and then had held out my little finger between us, "pinkie promise."

Mum had laughed but did the pinkie promise.

Fuck! I missed my mom. I blinked the unexpected tears and looked out of the window, uninterested in the scenery. She died four months ago in a car accident. It was the worst day of my life, only a week after my sixteenth birthday. So, yeah the pinky promise was broken.