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I was always careful. Careful of my words, my actions, my tone, my manners. I learned it from my dad. After my mom died, we all took it hard. But my dad stepped up. I guess that's why I can only see the good in him.

He was there for me and my siblings when nobody else was. My eldest brother, Marco was never home anymore. He was always at drag races, gang fights, and anything illegal that could take his mind off of mom. He's got my dads looks, cold brown eyes and curly black hair. I wish he would come around more to see us isntead of taking care of the family buissness.

My older sister, Alyssa was very different. She looks identical to my mother with her birght blue eyes and soft brown hair. I think I might miss her the most. She is kind and loving, everything that the rest of us could never be.

Me and my twin brother, Nicholas have always been the closest. We knew what eachother was feeling, even if no words could be said. We had the same eyes, bright green, different from my parents. We both had jet black hair and tan skin, which we got from my father.

You really don't understand how powerful a person's eyes could be until your staring at their lifeless body. I don't think anyone could uderstand the pain of walking in your house and seeing all of your loved ones, on the floor, dead.

*6 months ago*

Purse in my left hand, phone in my right, I felt like I was flying. Half because of the toxins in my body, and the other half, fear. Now that I think about it, it's mostly fear. My heels were tapping against the hard pavement as I made my way to the open front door. After being in the mafia for so long, my mind can always tell when something is about to go down. It might just be my instinct, or it might be my fucked up mind. I took my heels off and tiptoed down the hall following the spattered blood. The kitchen doors were wide open with the lights on. As I walked into the room, my face dropped in shock. My father and siblings were laying there, lifeless bodies on the floor, and there was nothing but a note. I ran up to them, I did everything I could, but they were already gone. There was nothing left to do but read the note.

"My Precious Aria,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. So sorry about the mess I created, but I needed to send you a message. This is what happens when ignorant hijos de putas like your father overstep me. I will find you. I will take you. And you will be mine. Mark my words, I will win at this little game that we're playing. You better hide, because I'm not done with you yet.

Kindest regards, Jose Nunez."

And I knew in that moment that I had two options. I could either make a run for it, or I could hide. I chose run.


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