Sage Roman. The Mafia Princess of the Italian's. The only little girl to be born in several generations. She was the light of the Roman families lives. Except for her mother Elaine. She grew jealous of her daughter getting the attention of not only...
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A price.
I was taught as a child that there is always a price to pay. And this does not always imply that money must be paid. Just a cost. The cost can range from minor inconveniences such as having to give up something meaningful to you. Alternatively, using your time for something other than what you intended. But there are also big things. Your sanity, humanity, and life. And the thing is some people will pay that price for the very thing they want. Because, humans are so greedy and determined to get what they want in that moment that they don't realize the consequences they will need to pay later on. The price they will need to pay later on. That hyper focus can end up being a curse disguised as the very thing you desire.
I sat down on my bed my back facing the headboard as I looked down at my lap. Ares and Artemis were on my right laying down. The second I walked into my room they were bad my side sensing my distress. I couldn't believe I had just let that slip. It was my plan to never tell them the full extent of what I went through. I was only going to tell them the big things and go into as much little detail as possible. But what Marco said really put me over the edge. I knew that our mother if you could even call her that didn't love her children. Especially when it came to myself. It was never her intention to have children but when I was born it was almost the cherry onto of her hatred. There was a price that came with marrying my father and in the end Elaine couldn't pay it.
My train of thought was interrupted by a knock at her door. The dogs perked up at this getting ready to defend me in my fragile state.
"Sage can we talk?" Dom spoke through the door.
"Go away!" I yelled slightly back to him. My voice was low but I know that we both heard the slight tremor in it.
"Ana please, let me in sweetheart."
Everything in me was screaming to not open the door. After my blow up downstairs it was probably best if I stayed to myself to not reveal anything more about my tragedy of a life. I didn't want them to have to face anymore tonight. They were so hyper focused of finding the truth that I don't think they didn't realize the price that would come with my story. The horror, shame and guilt I am sure they are feeling after my little slip up. I don't want to take it too far and hurt them more than I already have. Or worse, push myself so far I hurt myself more in the process. And I didn't want to do that to them. I don't want them to have to pay a price for retaining the information of my life.
But, some small part of me wanted to let my brother in. Dom was different than my other brothers. I wasn't sure if it was an oldest and youngest sibling thing or what. But there was a level of understanding, comfort almost. I always knew that if not one had my back other than Mario, Dom would. Dom had a special sacred place in my heart and that small part of me that was calling to him was ultimately the main reason why I got up and opened the door.
When I first opened the door we just stared at each other for a second. I don't think he really thought I was going to open the door for him. Quite honestly neither did I but, something compelled me to against my better judgement.
