𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 || 𝟏𝟖+

08

IRINESSA
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When I was fifteen Papa had finally told me something that happened when I was only a little child, of course I did not remember any of this ...

Mama wore a pretty long sundress, her beautiful brown hair in a pretty bun.
"I wanna look just like you when I am older, mama! You are pretty like a princess!" I point at her, sitting on the floor with toys scattered everywhere. She laughs, bending down to pick me up in her arms.

"You already look like a princess, Milyy." (Translation || Darling) She placed a soft kiss on my cheeks before pinching them playfully. She walked over to the kitchen with me in her arms, papa stood near the kitchen island with a phone to his ear. He furrowed his brows, rubbing his forehead in frustration, he put the phone down on the counter letting out a long sigh.

Mama placed me down, and I ran up to my papas leg, hugging it tightly. A soft chuckle was heard from papa, he picked me up in his arms, throwing me up in the air and catching me. Mama stood beside papa, watching as a wide smile spread a crossed my face, and my laughter beaming through the room.

The next thing my little self heard was not expected. Several gunshots filled the house and I watched mama and papas face turn into worry and anger. Papa held me in his arms tightly, handing me over to mama. "Get Nessa somewhere safe." He kissed both of our faces before running off to the noise.

Mama ran down to the basement, shutting the door and locking it behind her. "Mama, what's happening?" I asked, a frown on my little face. "It's okay, it's okay." She gasped, running her slim fingers through my fluffy hair. She sat me down in a corner, placing a hand on my mouth. "Papa?" My little voice was muffled by her hand. Several screams were heard upstairs and mama grew worried.

"Stay here, Milyy." (Translation || Darling) She ran up the stairs, opening the basement door and shutting it again.
"Mama?" I cried silently, the room was dark and nobody was there with me. The screams from upstairs got louder and louder, I placed my tiny hands over my ears, resting my face on my knees.

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Here I sat with mama, listening to her yell at me. "Who gave you these flowers?" She threw them harshly on the table. I remained quiet. I wasn't going to tell her it was from the Italian mafia leaders son. "It was my friend, Janette. It was a thank you gift because I helped her tidy up her house." I came up with a lie. Mama stopped yelling, glaring at me and looking at my eyes to somehow find out if I was lying.

She threw her arms by her side, storming off somewhere in the house again. "If it was from a man, I will find out." She stopped at the end of the staircase looking back at me. She scoffs. "It probably was a man—your a slut, going out with another man every week." She mumbled the last part, but loud enough for me to hear.

What the fuck.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I spoke sharply, stopping her in her tracks again. "Where are you getting these stupid lies from?" I turn to look at her, tired of her assuming I sleep around. "I just know—the way you dress and act, you are asking for it." Why was she saying this to me? To her own daughter?

"What did I do to you mama—why don't you speak to me anymore, the only time you speak to me is to make me feel bad about myself." My eyes start to water. "You used to take me places, and shower me with your love, you can't even look at me anymore." My lips start trembling as tears threaten to spill out.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She mumbles, she still doesn't look at me, she then walks upstairs.

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I was leaving my parents house this morning. I had my bags all packed and I glanced around my childhood room before shutting the door and going downstairs with my bags in my hands. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I glanced over at the kitchen to see mama and papa talking in a low voice, whispering. I set my bags down, the sound making them jolt their heads up at me and they immediately stopped speaking.

Papa came over to me. His eye bags heavy and visible, the wrinkles on his forehead increasing with the amount of stress he was going through. I just knew mama was giving him a hard time.

"You have your backs packed, milyy?" (Translation || Darling) The nickname he called me made me heart hurt and I felt too weak to do anything, it was the name mama called me when I was only young, all I could do was nod at papas question. Mama stood in the kitchen, glaring at us while papa hugged me. She walked over to me, glancing at me with slight disgust like she does always. She rests her hands on my shoulders. "Thank you for coming by, Irinessa." There was no warmth in the way she spoke, it was cold and meaningless. "Visit us again." Papa kissed the top of my head.

And with that I left the house, throwing my bags in the trunk and getting in the driver seat driving out of their driveway and onto the main road.

My apartment was about twenty minutes away from my parents house, and for the entire ride I was silent with the radio playing quietly in the background.

All I could think of was mama, why she was so different now that I was older, and why I don't remember her being like this when I was younger.

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