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Its dark outside. The stars are shining brighter than the city lights. The moon is hiding behind a tree and you can hear the cars drive in the distance. Holding on to my favorite book, the book that is my only memory of home. Mom gave it to me when i was little. I dont remember much of mom. She was a gorgeous woman, Hazel eyes that always sparkled when she saw me. Long brown hair that always sit so perfect yet wild. Her Italian accent which was even better when she would get mad at my little brother. And her smile, it always lit up the darkest moments in our lives, well, my dads live. We were just a puzzel piece waiting to get trown off the game. Dad was a strong believer. Our religion didn't really matter, he just believed in made men. Let me tell you something about them..
Made men are the kinds that I would rather prefer as monster's. They dont care. Most people just prefer calling them the mafia. Groups and families of cruel men only caring about their title and position. You have the younger ones just enjoying their dad's legacies, mostly the money that comes with it. I only met the old one's when i was 5. Dad threw a party for him and mom's anniversary day. Normaly me and my brother weren't allowed downstairs but this time it was about familly. I would say, dad's title.
Momma was set up in an arranged marriage with dad and didn't enjoyed one single bit of it. I know the one time that our maid spilled the cleaning chemicals on our carpet dad went crazy calling her all the names off the book. She was so upset she cried and when dad saw the tears he slapped her across the face. She fell into the dirty carpet. Dad janked her by her hair and threw her across the room. I was devastated but dad told me to watch.
'This is live Camilla, you better learn or you wont survive'
I never saw the maid again, I believe her name was Oranina. She was a kind woman, never spoke that much but i liked her.
Lets say my home was a prison. Still is. Now that mom is gone dad has changed. He has a new girl over every weekend. And i know for a fact it isn't what dad says..
'Its just business Cam, don't worry'
Im grown and i learned certain things. It just breaks my heart that i never got to say proper goodbye to my mom or my little brother..
[8 years later]
Walking down the stairs of our mansion i notice some eyes looking my way. Different stares than usual..
Maria insisted on doing my makeup and hair, the other maids bought me a dress. I love it, its different than my other dresses, I feel kind off... sexy. My other dresses were pretty prinses-ish. This dress is a little tighter, shorter, and more revealing. Dad eventuality agreed because he was to busy anyways. My black silk dress reaches just under my knees. The fabric is soft and shiny. The cut at my back goes in a v-cut just above my ass. My draped neckline revealing my cleavage. Spaghetti shoulder straps that sit perfectly on my shoulders.
