I once...

chapter 1

❗Trigger warning❗
Death, abuse, kidnapping, sexual abuse, Mafia.
Authors note:
Even though there are sex scenes in this book there won't be any sex scene in detail.
This book won't have any religious or demonic content at all. So enjoy this dramatic book. ☺️
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An ring comes out of my dad's phone. He answers the phone and after a few seconds his face gets white like a ghost.
"Dad, what's the matter?" I ask as we both sit on the white couch in the living room and watch TV. He turns his head to me and I see the tears in his eyes. "Y- your mom..." He stops talking and starts crying. "Sh- she died." My world just stopped spinning. Tears in my eyes and they don't mind flooding down my cheeks. I expected this to happen but... Not now. I'm only 18. In one week is the graduation party. We wanted to pick up a dress together. But now she's gone. And she won't come back. Never. I can't help but scream. She was my everything. And I lost her forever. Why me? Why now?
My gaze becomes black and only a few seconds pass until I fade away.

6 years later
A new woman in my dad's bed. 'What a surprise.' This time it's a blood tall woman in her late twenties. He never dates a woman past 30. Which is weird because he's 46. I hate it here. But I can't leave fory dad's sake. I guess I'm the only woman alive who he really loves. The woman is asleep and my dad is at work, so I guess the woman will leave when she's awake. I gave up trying to convince my dad to stop sleeping with so many women but he won't listen. Well whatever. I just got home after a long day of work. Or... Night. I work at a Beach bar in Italy Sperlonga. The tip wasn't good but better than last time. 27,43€ which isn't much for a whole night but every penny counts. Or... cent. I save the money to travel and see that beautiful world. It has been my dream since I was six. My dad can't support me so I have to do it by my own. "If you want something work for it or don't get it..." My mom always used to say that, so I live by it. She didn't deserve what happened to h- Ding dong.  I already jumped in my bed when the door ring interrupts my thoughts. I get up and open the door. It's the policeman who took up my mother's case. Oh I forgot to tell you that my mom was murdered, we don't know by who no one saw anything but thank God our policemen don't give up. "You got any news?" I ask. "Yes, actually. We found the gun your mother was shot with which is a pretty good sign." He says. He is 2 years older than me so he's new in that whole police stuff. In fact that's his first murder case. Maybe that's why that case is taking so long. I don't even care anymore it's not like it will bring my mom back when we found that man or woman. I smile. "That is great." "I'm sorry I don't have more than that." "It's okay I understand how difficult this case is. I mean she was shot in the middle of the night on an empty highway. And this is your first murder case so I don't blame you." I laugh nervously. He smiles back but I see the sorrow in his eyes. " I'm Sorry that it is taking so long to find that person. I wish I could do more." "I think you're doing just fine." He smiles again but the sorrow doesn't leave his eyes. "Thank you Isabella." I smile back. Hey I mean it, the first officer worked at the case for 2 years and then gave up because he couldn't figure anything out. But JC over here even found the gun and didn't give up after 4 years! "Do you wanna come in and drink a coffee or something? You look pretty tired." I'm pretty sure he searched the whole night for that thing. He shakes his head. "No thanks, but I'll take a cup at the beach bar once my shift is over." He winks. "Oh no you won't drink a cup of coffee in the evening I won't allow you! I'll give you one for the way." "This isn't necessarily." I already turned back and now walk towards the kitchen. "Yes it is!" I make  French coffee as fast as the cafe machine can.
I bring him the coffee my dad's cup. My dad often takes the cup when he goes to work so I guess it's good for JC too. He takes it and thanks me. "Bye JC." I say. He waves goodbye while drinking a sip and walking away. JC is an Afro-American 190 cm tall guy with black curly hair, brown skin and dark brown eyes. I don't really like his accent except when he talks English, but he's a fun, kind guy and a good friend. He enjoys life and only works when he has to but still isn't lazy. He is an officer because he wants to help people. He lives in Italy because he felt like his home is here and looks like he was right. He is a part of the family to me. I on the other hand am the opposite. I have light brown straight hair, light skin and green eyes. I am Italian and I'm surely not fun nor really kind nor a good friend, even though I try to. I don't enjoy life and work like crazy. Work. I need to go to work! I rush to my room and change my clothes. I then run out the door and jump into my car and drive to Giovanni's restaurant. My waiter job for the day.

After eight hours of work I go home to cook because I don't think my dad will.

And I was right he sits on our white couch and watches TV. "Hey padre." I say. "Hey, Isabella how was your day?" He says without looking away of the TV. "Exhausting." "Good, good." He says and I roll my eyes because apparently he didn't listen. "I have some News." He says finally looking away from the TV.  I take of my jacket and shoes and look at him waiting for an answer. He sighs. "Well you know that I didn't have any real relationship since you're mother passed away." My eyes wide open. "So..." "So... I decided to move on and to find a girlfriend." He says smiling unsure and lifting his hands in the air as if to ask for my opinion. I can't help but laugh. His hands drop down and and his smile fades as he waits for me to stop. "What are you going to install an dating app?" I say through laugher. "Are you done?" I put myself together and stand upright again to listen to what he wants to say, but I still smirk though. "I already found someone." My smirk fades and all I hear is: "Darling is your daughter home?" Out of the kitchen. I turn my head toward the kitchen and see the blond woman of today with a pan in her left hand. "Oh hi sweetie I'm Angelica nice to meet you." My mouth drops open and I look at my dad. I'm shocked. My dad is in that pose again and is longing for me to say something. So that's what I do. "How could you forget mom like that!?!"