A MAFIA STORY: MY FATHER'S DEBT

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Enora's POV

I was trying to comprehend why Jullian's older sister was teaching us and why the raven twins and Finn found it funny.

“Excuse me Miss Nyrold,” Principal Ripley walked into the class. “ Your respective parents want to see you outside,” He looked into the class.

Of course, we know he is talking to us, The detention club. I grabbed my phone and walked out of the class with Crystal and so did the rest. 

“Mom,” I sighed after walking through the midst of the angry parents.

“I brought you homemade rice and chicken sauce,” she smiled. “ I heard you have detention after school today,” she leaned towards me, supporting her upper body with her hands on her knees. 

She's so beautiful; I thought as I stared into her face.

My dad had his arm dropped over Nael's shoulder as they closed the gap between us.

“Hey, Princess,” Joseph Smith grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes to the back, the corner of my lips tugging and I hugged him.

“You need to find a special name for her, you can't call us both, Princesses,” my mother's tone hinted at jealousy.

“Relax, Queen,” 

“I did think that you were fast thinking, I like you,” my mother responded.

They just love each other, don't they? What did she have with Joseph that she didn't find in Barron? The story clearly portrays him as a good person. My dad whispered something to my mom, snapping me back to reality.

Barron was walking towards us alongside his wife and Jullian. I was nervous but distracted by the way Barron passed pressure from his broken leg to his hand and then to his walking stick. He must have broken his leg during the accident years ago. He also had a large scar on the left side of his face but he was still damn gorgeous.

“Bella,” his voice was calm and majestic like Jullian's. He stretched his hand to my mom with a strong smile on his face.

My dad clenched his fists but shoved them in his pockets, his face had tensed up. C’mon, it's just courtesy. I gave my mom a slight push, urging her to take his hand which she did.

“Hi, old friend,” he turned his gaze to my dad.

“Barron, I wish I was happy to see you but I'm not. By the way, I'm truly glad that you are fine,” My dad said.

Barron smirked.

“I wanted to apologize on behalf of my wife, I'm sorry she said such a mean thing to you and Jullian as well, he is sorry for what he said to You guys in detention.” 

Jullian glinted in his eyes, something that indicated guilt. He wanted to speak but then paused.

“I'm sorry,” he finally said.

My dad whispered something to Nael, he hesitated a bit but hugged Jullian. And then there's me. My mom hugged Barron’s wife as well and they said a few words to each other. Just as they were about to leave, Barron’s eyes met mine. We kept eye contact for a few seconds and then he smiled.

“You look so much like your mother,” he mouthed and they all walked away.

He is so fucking fine.

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Detention was boring. We might have realized that our parents literally hate each other. Mrs Alora stayed all through the three hours and forced us to write the stupid essay. She wants us to continue on Saturday when I haven't even written a word. Once again, I hate to write. 

I smiled remembering that Annabelle apologized for her mom arresting my dad almost on the verge of tears. I have it at the back of my mind that her mom might have put her to it so she could get close to me and then destroy my dad completely again. But if not, I used to think she was a bad person just like Nadia and the rest of her crew.

“Mom,” I called walking to the dining room. 

She was still in her black suit dress and dowing liquor. The bottle in front of her was almost empty.

“Mom, what's wrong?” I asked, moving closer to her.

“Damn girl, look at your hips. You really ate with my genes,” she blurred drunkenly.

“Eww, Mom. You are drunk, let me take you to your room,” I tried to lift her when my dad walked in.

“My baby is drunk?” My dad asked, trying to contain his laughter.

“Dad,” I mumbled as he pulled my mother's wobbly body away from me and lifted her.

“I'm sorry you get to see her mother this way, she was just informed that her long-time friend passed away,” my father said, pushing his face away from my mom who was desperately trying to kiss him.

“Who?” I questioned.

“Martha,” my dad replied.

Trying to hold my mom down from pulling off her clothes completely.

Hmm, my mom talked about Martha a lot. Her guardian angel while she was with Tobias.

“Good night, princess” my dad winked, mumbling between kisses from my mom.

Eww.

I made my way up the stairs to my room and took a quick shower. I changed into comfy clothes and lay down on the bed. As I closed my eyes, the image of Jullian’s pretty face flashed through my mind. How he had a smirk on his face as I walked into the detention room.

I was confused about whether it was because he saw me or because of what Janae had said to him. Then I remembered his sister, Amy. I was walking out of the bathroom when I heard a conversation they were having.

“I'm here to protect you,” Amy said, holding her brother's shoulders.

“Protection from who?” He sounded frustrated. “Jemimah? I'm not going to engage with her anymore, we don't even talk anymore,” go back to school. He made himself clear.

“I hate to see you hurting, I don't want you to go back to that place,” she was already sniffing in mucus from crying.

“I'm fine, Amy. I promise,” he responded just as someone walked into the bathroom.

I was ashamed that the person thought that I was eavesdropping so I left.

I waved the thought out of my mind and thought about what I was going to wear on Saturday. The only day we (the detention club) are allowed to wear normal clothes to school.

Then I remembered a shirt that belonged to Nael. I'd just steal it or manipulate him into letting me wear it. I hopped off my bed and dashed to Nael’s room. I walked past my parents’ room and I swear I heard weird sounds. My dad is such a great man, taking advantage of his drunk wife.

“Nael,” I called, barging into my room.

My eyes widened at the sight of half-naked Nadia on top of my brother, they were making out heavily. I was jealous somehow, my parents were doing stuff so also Nael and I were stuck in my room trying to understand recent mysteries.

“Uhmmm… there's something called knocking, Enora,” my brother looked at me distastefully.

“Hi, Nadia,” I Ignored him. “ I'm sorry,” I added and shut the door. Strolling back to my room miserably.

Then a thought crossed my mind. I pulled out my phone from my sweatpants pockets to text Philip.

Me: want to come over?

Philip: Yeah, sure.

Me: Great! Bring cookies.