There are some trigger warnings in this chapter! Mentions of SA and also this chapter with deal with extreme violence, Suicide and also torture.
Danielleah
"But the monsters will get me!"
"Boy, don't nobody want your scary ass! Go to bed!"
Tears streamed down my face as I recalled the memory of my twin sister Danielle yelling at our twin brother Daniel to go back to his room. As I stood outside on the balcony looking at the night sky.
Daniel used to come into our room when we were little talking about how he wanted to sleep in our room because there was a monster in his closet. Danielle for a while let him come stay in our room, but after a while she got tired of his constant need to be in our room and one night she told him didn't nobody wanted his scary self.
Daniel ended up running to our father and telling him there was a monster in his closet and our father went all Major Payne, and shot up Daniel's closet then told Daniel "if he is still in there he ain't happy!"
After that Daniel didn't ask to sleep in our room anymore.
Call me crazy but the memory of Danielle cussing out our brother is one of my favorite memories.
My siblings as I grew up way different than normal children do. Our father is the Don of the Italian mafia, and we seen a lot of shit, don't get me wrong we still did normal kid things but our sense's of danger and exposure to crime was something most kids did see or go through.
Our mother made sure we had a great family dynamic and also made sure we still did normal things as a family.
My father and mother's relationship was as perfect as can be. My father treated my mother like the black queen she is and my mother treated my father as her king.
Of course they had arguments here and there but they always worked it out, they gave my siblings and I a great foundation to model from when it came to love and being in a committed relationship.
Danielle and myself always said "mom and dad have that real fairy tale type of love" While my brother being a typical boy would always say "ew gross!"
Everyone that knew of my father knew of his three children which he called the three.
The reason we were called the three is because we were triplets.
I was born first, then my brother Daniel, and finally the baby of us Danielle.
We all were identical.
Even though Danielle was the baby of us, she was our glue.
She acted like she was the boss, and often settled fights between me and Daniel.
Now she is gone, and all I have left is my memories and guilt.
I should have known something wasn't right when she wouldn't let me visit her in America. I should have known.
When we turned 18 she decided to go to college in the United States, and I decided to go to school in London.
Being that our father was and currently is the leader of the Italian Mafia we grew up in Italy. We have been to the United States here and there and we even have homes there, but we all preferred to live in our birth country.
Daniel didn't go to college like me and Danielle, he went straight into training to become the next Mafia don.
We all tried to stay connected as much as we could, but we all were busy with our individual lives.
