Secrets Red Aloud: Mafias Undoing

chp14 Fake it till you break

Darya

It's one of those rare family moments people treasure where you find yourself in your childhood home. Surrounded by family and friends, with those familiar smells that make you remember childhood. Summoning thoughts, light hearted thoughts and funny feelings.

But for me thoughts are dark and twisted, these memories bad and rotten. My soul battered and bruised. My voice hoarse and quiet. Nobody is listening.

No-one will hear you.

It is a memory for those who are fortunate enough to be on good terms with their father, who had recently gotten a new promotion at work. Apart from the deal I made when I was 16. “You can leave if you come to see me once a year.”

This is me filling my part of the deal. But man he is controlling.

Any bad blood between us had to vanish, I have to be the perfect daughter for the hours. To show how he successfully raised a child by himself after mum's suicide. After the destruction.

“You must be so proud of you dad.” a stranger whom I don't know came up to me.

I put on a gracious smile, “yes, I'm so proud of him. He deserves it.” he's done nothing to deserve this, reward.

The back garden party is in full swing, drunk strangers hanging onto people for dear life, laughing with known friends who I haven't seen in years since I left. My father had been well off because of his job. Had a house in the rich part of the city.

I had struggled to make ends meet but when I turned eighteen I had received a good enough of money for the will to live a comfortable life surrounded by my friends and family of my own.

A glass of water in my hand, since I would be driving straight home when I get back and have a shower. My father calls me up, all eyes on me now, a few old friends wave at me. I give them a small wave. Im discussed that no-one reached out to me after I had left.

He grabs my waist, and puts his pint in the air. His grip tightens, “now it is no surprise that me and my daughter have been distant,” a few laughs,”so you my love” he smiles down on me, and I become hyper aware that his hand travelled to my back “let me introduce you to my fiance.”

The crowd erupts at the menotion, and a blonde model walks up and they exchange a kiss. A deep kiss. The look on their faces, love.

“I'm happy for you,'' I am really glad he's moving on after mum's death. We had both taken it really bad.

The blonde lady comes up to hud me “Hi sweetie, im Becca.”

I nod in reply, ” I'm Darya,” hugging her back.

“You should stay the night, we can have a sleepover,” I mentally cringe, wondering how young she is.

I tell her “I cant thats not-”

My father shushes me holding a finger to his lip, taunting me, he leans into the conversation, “come on just this night,” he grins.

I give a big sign, “fine,” i whisper.

“Oh goody.” Becca giggles.

I'm already done with her.