Bound To The Mafia King

Painful Goobyes

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I woke up around eleven o'clock at night and Vincent still wasn't back home. He had been gone for eight hours without calling or texting and I was starting to get worried. I tried calling him and he rejected my call which only worried me even more. I fell back asleep worrying about him only to be woken up to someone banging on the front door and then they opened the front door and slammed it shut.

I looked at the clock and realized it was 3:45 in the morning. I crawled out of bed and made my  way down the hallway and into the living room. In the doorway stood a very sloppy drunk Vincent. He was fumbling with every step he took towards the kitchen.

"I've been worried sick about you." I scolded as I crossed my arms across my chest. He turned towards me and the stench of alcohol flooded my nose and almost made me puke.

"N-no need t-to worrryyy about me." He slurred as he walked past me and into the kitchen and made himself a glass of water and gulped it down before throwing the glass on the floor letting it shatter into a million pieces.

"Very mature Vincent." I replied sarcastically knowing that there was no sense in trying to talk to him right now.

"I can't even look at you right now." His voice got more stern and I knew that this drunken conversation wouldn't end well.

"Is it that bad that we're having a baby together?" I asked sadly knowing that he didn't want this baby and the idea of doing this alone scared me shitless.

"I don't want kids Annabelle. Look at the life I live, it's not safe for children. Hell its not even safe for you but I can't be away from you. My whole life I promised myself that I wouldn't get into a serious relationship or have children because I knew what my future held for me. At one point in time years ago I wanted to get married and have a family but when I took over for my dad all of that changed." His voice sounded so broken and hollow.

"But it doesn't have to change. We can do this together. We can beat the odds together Vincent. Look at everything we've overcame the past eight months, you kidnapped me, we fell for each other, I was kidnapped again and I was put through hell and yet our little baby survived through it all. We can fight like hell and raise this baby. You just have to be willing to." I tried to calmly explain.

"No this is my fault, it all started when I kidnapped you. I shouldn't have let this get this far. I'm releasing you from the debt your dad owes me." He started to pace back and forth stumbling drunkly.

"What are you talking about?" I asked seriously fearing where the rest of the conversation was heading.

"I called your parents, their coming to get you in the morning." He said as he started walking away which of course I chased after him.

"So that's it? You're just throwing the towel in now?" Tears pooled my eyes and started to fall down my face.

"Yes Annabelle! Why are you fighting me so hard on this?" He yelled as the veins on the side of his neck started pulsing with anger.

"Is it so unbelievable that I would want us to be together? Why would you look for me for months just to give up on me so easily? Do I mean anything to you?" Tears cascaded down my cheeks uncontrollably.

"I'm done Annabelle, go pack your things and get some rest." He dismissed me like I meant nothing to him. It took every fiber of me being not to keep arguing so I went to my room and packed up my things and laid in bed restlessly.

Morning finally came and I started carrying all of my stuff into the living room. The house was silent even though everyone was in the living room staring at me. The girls were crying and I shed some tears too because I didn't want to leave.

A horn outside let me know my parents were here. I opened the door and threw myself into my dads arms. He squeezed me so tight he almost cut off my oxygen supply.

"Easy dad I can't breathe!" I playfully teased trying to lighten my mood. 

"Sorry I just missed you babygirl." My mom wrapped her arms around me and placed kisses on my face.

"Hey momma." I cried while hugging her tightly. I needed her, for advice and strength. I knew she would help me in any way I needed.

"Let's get going." She started to pull me towards the car while my dad loaded all of my stuff into the back of his truck.

"One sec, I need to say goodbye to my friends." My parents nodded while all of my friends gathered outside.

"Rach, keep learning how to cook. Don't let these girls steer you from achieving what you want. I promise we will hangout soon. I love you." She nodded and kept whispering and asking me to stay.

"Beth, stop being so damn stubborn. Protect these girls they need you. I promise to call and text you everyday. I love you." Tears pooled my eyes while I was telling her bye.

"Sarah, stay the sane and sweet one. I know this life isn't ideal but you have a heart of gold. I promise to skype you at least twice a week. I love you." I hugged her as more tears fell down my cheeks.

"Thank you girls for accepting me as one of your own and for making me always feel welcome. I promise we will stay in touch. No matter the time or distance will change that."

Saying goodbye to the girls was the hardest thing I've had to do so far, and I knew saying bye to the guys would be harder.

"Adriano and Donatello thank you both for always being there for me. Words can't express how thankful I am for you two. Take care of these girls for me. I love you both." I cried as I squeezed their necks.

"Matteo you've always been a pain in my ass but over the corse of my time here you've became a brother to me. I am so thankful for everything you've ever done for me and shown me. I love you." I broke down in his arms, saying goodbye to Matteo was the worst yet.

"I love you Annabelle, you have my number if you need anything, anything at all." He told me seriously and I nodded as I squeezed him tighter.

"Take care of him." I whispered in his ear and he just nodded. Vincent walked outside and stared at me emotionlessly.

"I hate you. You are the worst guy I've ever met. I hate that you brought me here, I hate that you made me fall in love with you, I hate that you are making me do this on my own. I hate you Vincent Colombo. You're a bastard." I spat with so much venom that I barely recognized my own voice. He looked like he had been punched in the gut but remained frozen in his tracks.

I got in the truck and watched as the view behind us got smaller and smaller as we drove away leaving almost everyone I care about in the dust. My heart shattered more and more with every mile put between us. That's when it hit me, that I was really in this alone. That things were really over.