Bullied by the mafia son •Completed ✓

Chapter 28

I was sitting in my bedroom looking around u didn't want to be back here, I never wanted to be here because it's going to be really bloody.

My thoughts was distracted when i heard a knock on my large door.

Come in, I shouted then one of the maid came in "bentornato a casa grovane maestro"(welcome home young master).

I just nodded my head and then i felt thirsty and I said "acqua"(water)

The maid just nodded and went out and I was seated on my bed looking around.

I was back to Italy, the place I never wanted to be, this was the place I had been brought up then I stood up from my bed and went to the big transparent glass  beside my bed.

I walked towards it and looked out.

There was our large garden as beautiful as always. I remembered that was my mom favourite place after the piano room

My mom spends most of her time there mostly in the night when my dad hits her she just goes there to cry while I was young I saw her crying but she always thought I was sleeping.

My thoughts was once again distracted by the knock on my door and I said come in but this time annoyed.

The same maid that was here before came with a glass of water in her hands.

And I snatched it from her hands and dranked it before giving her back.

"Quante ore Sono stato fuori"(how many hours was I out). I asked the maid before she answered "tredici ore"(13 hours).

I just nodded before she went out, I guess my dad really hit my head really hard and he most have told the maid not to give me any drugs so I can feel the pain for some time.

Am used to the pain that's why I really didn't feel it when I woke up because it was like a routine for me everyday while I was in Italy.

I stayed in my room for a while because I didn't want to go downstairs because I know memories will come back.

After a while I decided to go to thr garden to relax because after the death of my mom the garden has become my favorite place

As i came out of my room and looked at the stairs I remember my dad pushing me off the stairs when I was just 8 years old.

I decided to stayed strong not to remember anything as I made my way downstairs but then I remembered my mom cries.

I closed my eyes not to think too much and finally I reached downstairs and as I was about to make my way outside I found myself looking under the stairs.

That was the old 5 years old me the first time I found out my dad hitting my mom then I looked at the sitting room not far from where I stood .

That was the place my mom was beaten, slapped and kicked.

Then I made my way to the kitchen where my mom was crying on the floor cleaning the blood from her mouth before the 5 years old me walked in to make my presence known

I decided to take a walk around the house so I started with the sitting room

I remember when I was 6 years old my dad told me to say rule number 99 and i didn't remember that's day my dad hit me and whipped me on my back till I pass out.

When i woke up I found myself on the floor the Same place where I fainted.

With my mom crying beside me that day I couldn't walk for weeks because my dad told my mom not to take me to the hospital or call our family doctor.