Is this all a very bad dream, or should I say a nightmare? Is someone playing with me?
"Please repeat, I didn't hear you right. It seems that I've been hearing everything wrong for the last twenty hours." I told my parents, but they looked at me seriously, as did Damien.
"You didn't hear anything wrong, everything we told you is exactly like that. You're the mafia queem, Damien is the mafia king. He runs a large organization and you've been in that with him since you married him." I can't believe what I'm hearing.
I thought they were kidding me. My parents, they're not my parents, or rather, who are these people.
"Who are you, and what have you done to my parents?" What chaos.
"Isabella, it's time for you to rule together with Damien, and to bring yourself to the same level as Damien is, in terms of leadership, power, and everything that goes with the mafia." My father said all this as if I was on it, that I accepted it and that this was a completely normal thing.
"Get out of my room. Everyone." I told them and turned my head away from them.
"This is not the time to be childish. This is serious business." My mother said.
"Childish? That's the easiest thing for you to say. My whole life is one big lie, and so is this family, and so is everyone around me. What did you think, coming here after everything and just telling me this wonderful news. Do you think I'm going to accept it, and run some kind of mafia with him? Forget it, I don't want anything to do with the mafia. I'd rather give up this whole family, divorce him, disappear from your lives than accept that I'm in the mafia and lead this dirty life. I'm not a murderer." There's no way I'm going to accept all this.
"And the man who was killed because of you yesterday, did you forget that?" Great, now my parents know that too.
"You can't run away from something you were made for. It's your life." My mother said, completely normal. This is all normal for her.
I don't believe those are my parents. I don't want to believe anything Damien told me. I thought it was all a lie. In fact, my whole life is a lie.
"What's that supposed to mean now? I'm just going to accept it like that? You want to make a murderer out of me? I have to adapt to you? What more can you take from me?" I answered them angrily.
Damien just kept quiet, as if he wasn't here.
And he's like some mafia king. Or rather a mafia kitten.
"You have to. You have to. And you have to. You have no choice. You'll either take the easy way or you'll take the hard way. You choose." My father said, completely serious.
Where is my dad who protected me, cuddled me, looked after me. For whom my heart beat abnormally whenever I was near him. My savior, my hero, my happiness, joy. I felt so great next to him.
"You're not my father. My father is the person for whom my heart beats the strongest in the world. He is the person who is a hero in my eyes, my guardian, this man in front of me is not." His eyes lit up for a moment.
My words must have hit him, although I think it was all a lie and he was just acting.
He turned around and just left the room.
"This is the last time you're going to say that to your father. Where's your respect?" My mother said, as if she had the right to say anything to me.
"Get out of the room, don't make me lose even this little bit of respect for you. You didn't even deserve to be answered. I'm a grown-up, and I don't need you or anyone else. You lost your daughter the day you humiliated and slapped me, not to mention how you forced me into marriage. Get out!" I shouted.
