Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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| Isabella Garcia |
Disgust settled into my bones, the moment that I had stepped foot into the household that had once held a family of dreams. We had been the ideal family, albeit a little on the larger side, but no one had ever asked why none of us looked the same. How I stood out. No one had ever asked why I had to train harder than most to stay in shape or keep dying my hair ever so often because I was different.
None of us were actually related. Well, there was 3 families in one. 3 families had been torn apart, just because one family couldn't make their own family. Yeah, I had found that out the hard way. That my older brother and parents had died in a car crash, on their way to pick me up. I had practically killed them that day, and no one had ever told me until Rafael, my supposed brother, had died at the age of 15.
I was 13 years old, when I was told by the people that I had believed were my parents, that they weren't my parents. I was 13 years old, when I was told that for most of my life, I had been drugged, so that I would not be allowed to speak about the fact that I was a murderer. I was 13 years old when I found out that I had not only killed my parents, but also innocent people along the way, even though their blood was not on my hands.
Not only had other people's blood been on my father's hands, but so had been the little girl that I had once called my little sister, as well as my own. What Savannah would never understand, was that the person that I had believed to be my father had raped me, because he had wanted to try and start his family with me, because his own wife could not reproduce.
He had told me, at 13 years old, that I was the hottest person he had ever seen, and I had been grossed out about it, because no boy had ever said that to me, and in truth, I had never wanted them to. I then immediately spoke to Nicolas about this, and he had assured me that our father was in the wrong, before I later found out that he had told Rafael, who had gone to the source.
Our father had then tried to kill him, and Savannah, because she got stuck in the middle, but when neither one of them died, he then tried to kill Nicolas and myself, because we also knew, but it didn't work. He knew that people would ask too many questions, especially the littles, as they were only just being introduced to the family. I had questioned it then, how our mother had gained two children, but had not taken part in the lead up to having children.
I had, at that age, learnt all about what it took to be a mother. I knew that my mother was not like most. I knew, that I did not have parents, nor where the people that I lived with, were not my family. I knew more than most at the raw age of 13, and I had never thought twice about it. I had never looked over my shoulder twice, because before I knew it, my memory would be wiped, and I would be trying so hard to remember who my friends where, and not that I had no family.
So, when Nicolas caught wind of Rafael having made it somewhere safe, I felt a sense of relief for him, but immediate dread for the rest of us. We were stuck in this hell hole that I am standing in today, that has just been burnt to the ground, clutching a letter in my right hand, as I hold my bag in the other. I stare at the house, where Lorenzo and Valentina Garcia, had just died, because the Russian Mafia had finally caught up to them.
