Mafia In A Perfect Disguise

Chapter 3: "A Heat Argument and Conflict."

Chapter 3: " A Little Heat Argument and Conflict"

=In earlier chapter=

"No, we're not joking, this is something we cannot joke about , Emily."

"NO WAY~!" I stood up with a disbelieve expression written all over my face.

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I know my parents way better than anyone else, especially when they get serious, like this. "Marriage", that's one thing you don't hear everyday... not when you're born in a family, which gets involve in the role of a Mafia; get the word? M.A.F.I.A, note that!

I mean is cool that both my parents are mafias, with all this excitement going on like bullets flying everywhere like you watch in the movies or experiencing endless wealth and fame, but in reality, my family does not run it that way, they were more to loads of meet up with other parties and all those boring formalities; shake a hand or two, getting into the same agreement on both sides and poof! you just got yourself a much stronger power to control your area and such. Well, my parents did get involve in fights, but that was in their younger days before they plan to settle down with all this boring meeting with other clans/ family.

Now, that's not the case, the real thing I'm facing was much more worse than getting surrounded by enemies that's going after your life. My parents, as serious as they can be at times, they are now telling me about getting married when I have not even reach the age of 20; which I wasn't looking forward to, I mean, who likes getting old?

"Look, arranged marriage are way too old school, it works for you guys here, but this is the 20th century for God sake, and don't you think I'm still young to get married?! Come on! I still got my youth days way ahead of me, and I'm 16!"

"Calm down Emily! And listen to what your father want to say, now SIT DOWN!" my mother calm me down as I was literally freaking out, I mean, too many surprise for me in one day.

"Emily, I know this might be a little shock to you, but what was done been done, and I can't simply call off this engagement which was made before you were born," my father explain.

"Is more to a big shock to me, and this engagement, you did it before I were born, don't you think is a little unfair? Don't I get a voice in this matter at all? Have you ever consider my feelings?" I defend myself as I debate this matter as this concerns my future, not theirs.

My every word stung the feelings of both my father and mother, making them feeling guilty for their past action. I don't like it either, on having this kind of conversation, but I had to defend my rights; I love my parents but this has gone too far and for not even discussing this with me.

"This is not for your sake, but for the clan as well, please understand Emily," my father, trying to convince me into this.

This clan, that clan, they always put the name of the clan first, even before their very daughter! 

"So, I'm just another of your material, to be used when is necessary for the sake of this clan?" I angrily respond back, to which made my mother stung by those very words, again.

"EMILY! This have gone too far! You shouldn't be this rude and badmouth about your own clan!" my mother, finally found her voice.

"And so do you guys! You never consider about my feelings and always putting the name of the clan first before your very own child, who's not being used as a material for the clans' sake!" I scream as I stood up again, this time with much anger within me, "I'm not like you two! Being used as a material, being used for the sake of both clans! I'm not like you two naive people, you can't order me around, treating me like some kind of puppet on earning you benefits!"

My mother, suddenly got up from her sitting position, as she slaps me which left me in trance. My father didn't do a thing as he sat there, leaving me; with a stinging pain from my right cheek that's starting to get red and getting the feeling of blood pulsing from the pain I received.

"That's as far as you go, young lady, don't you dare sprout this impoliteness towards us, what we're doing is also for your own good, and do not refer yourself as material to us as you compare with us!" my mother, with an upset tone, lectures me.

I stood there, holding one hand towards my burning cheek as my visions gets blurry for tears starts flowing down from my eyes, in my thought, screaming with lots of hatred towards everything, cursing to myself while my mother lectures me with her every sharp words that pierced my mind with such impact that I could just kneel down and cry.

"I- I hate- I hate this family....I hate it-," I quietly voice out, tears still flowing down.

"Wha- What did you just say? Emily? Answer me!" My mother gotten even more upset.

"I HATE THIS FAMILY! I HATE THIS CLAN! I HATE YOU!!" I shout as I ran out of the room, knocking anyone who got in my way while my tears kept on flowing down and towards my burning cheek.

"EMILY!" I heard my mother shout out for me.

"Leave her be, Scarlet."my father stopped her.

"But, you can't just leave her like that!"

"Just give her some space for a while, it gives her a lot of pressure concerning this matter, we'll just give her time to think over this," my father pressed on and my mother gave up the intention on chasing after me, to which I was grateful that father stop her.

As i ran towards the corridor, I accidentally ran into one of the maids, I land on my bump but I don't give a damn on how hurt my fall was, comparing to the slap I had received.

"Ah! Sorry, Mistress, I didn't see you there, are you al-...ah?! What's wrong Mistress? What happen to your face? What happened?!" the maid asked.

"I'm fine," I hic as I got up from my fall.

"But Mistress, you don't look okay at al-"

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE WOULD YOU?!" I threw my anger at her, she gave a shock, I felt guilty for scaring her, instead of saying sorry to her, I ran pass her and into my room without another word said, locking myself in, expecting no disturbance for the whole day.

I lay in my bed as I cover myself in my big blanket, crying myself to sleep, not wanting to think of anything but to go to my dreamland where there's no worry or frustration. 

"Why? Why? Why must I always face with this kind of thing? Why me?!" I thought to myself as I doze off, not giving a damn anymore on anything. Screw this! I'm skipping my dinner too, I'll starve to death even if I want to! Hmph!