Aliah daughter of the mafia thinking that it's her last night of freedom so goes out to use the time she has left and meets a certain person who might be the person to take? or not take? Her freedom. Little does she know this night would change her...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
couple days later
It has been a couple days since my father told me the news and it has been the only thing on my mind, I didn't know it would affect me as much but I have started to get trouble eating or even just talking to anyone as this whole situation is eating me alive.
I must say one good thing out of this is that my thoughts about mystery man has slowed down and to say the least this marriage thing Is one of the many reasons I'm proud I left him that night.
There had been a couple times were I was tempted to look for him but I held myself back everytime because whatever there is to know about him can not be the greatest.
One of the many things my 'father' has been doing is ever since he told me the news, I was told to always be dressed properly day or night Even if I had to sleep in it because I will never know when 'my fiance' would pop by for me to sign the marriage contract, I don't think any words in the dictionary can express the passion of hate I have for my 'father', he has also made me make sure not to tell mother about the arranged marriage, knowing my mom she would hate it with a passion and try to protest against it putting herself in danger.
As of right now I just came back from a meeting concerning matters of me finally giving my father what he deserves. This project has been set in place for years I have just been going at a slow paste seeing that a part of me for some reason still has a soft spot for that father who thought her how to slow dance, ride a bike, swimming and a whole lot of other things that still surprises me the he did that.
It still does not take away from the other unforgivable things he had started to do as I turned the age of seven. When I turned seven everything changed between my dad's and I relationship he started being harsh.
At that age I had not known fully what was a mafia but my 'father' did give a brief explanation, one phrase I never forgot he said was
"my sweet darling if your pa is being a bit harsh towards you as time goes on just know it is for your own good to become strongnand not have people walk over you like that mother of yours" I remember him saying that with evilest smirk on his face but little me did not fully understand those words until it started to be in action.
It all started one day after school I would either have a driver or someone to pick me up. I had went outside of school waiting for the someone to pick me up I had not thought much of it due to there were time the driver was late but one hour passed and no one came so I started calling my mom and dad at that time their phone number was the only one I had but neither of them picked up.
Two hours passed, then three that's when I finally decided to try and find my way home. I walked for 25 minutes until I had saw my house from a distance, that's when I started sprinting so I could ask why they didn't pick me up, so without knocking I walked in the house where I heard voices in the dining room.
My father's reaction was "kiddo your finally home took you long enough." He said that with much joy but with a hint of disappointment.
To keep the story short he basically told me it was all a test to see how smart and lots of other big words my brain at the time could not comprehend.
