It's been roughly two days since the incident in the parking lot and ever since then, he hasn't tried talking to Emily and Emily was glad that he had finally understood that she wanted nothing to do with him. Emily was sat in her brother's car waiting for Ethan to get out of the house and drive her to school. Marcus and Kennedy had long left and she regretted not going with them after they asked if she needed a ride. After three more minutes of waiting, Ethan finally came out of the house giving his sister a sheepish smile in which Emily just rolled her eyes at.
"Sorry" he said as he got in and turned the car on
"It's fine" she replied , buckling her seat belt and turned the radio on but soon changed the station because the song that had been playing was the one that he had dedicated to her. She could feel her eyes begin to sting with unshed tears at the memories of the two of them but she just pushed them back and ignored the pain in her chest as her ached. It's been too long since they had broken up and even then it still hurts.
"You ok, kiddo?" Ethan asked looking over at his sister who wiped her tears away with her white long sleeve shirt
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine" she whispered clearing her throat and looking out the window. Ethan on the other hand knew that she wasn't ok. He knew his sister just as well as their father did. He knew she was suffering, hell he wishes that it was he who was going through the pain instead of her.
"Everything will be ok kiddo" he whispered
"I just want daddy back" she said her voice cracking
"Devi solo essere forte, principessa" (You just gotta be strong, princess) he said
"Se non fosse stato per lui, papà sarebbe ancora con noi, invece di essere rinchiusi in carcere" (if it wasn't for him, daddy would still be with us instead of being locked up in prison) she mumbled looking at her brother with teary eyes
"But dad wouldn't want you to hurt be this way, Emily" her brother stated sternly making her sigh
"I know" she said as they neared the school
"I'll pick you up after school" Ethan said as she got out of the car
"Ok, love you"
"Love you too" and with that she closed the door behind her and Ethan drove away from the school parking lot leaving Emily to standing in front of the building for a few seconds before making her way inside. She could hear her classmates talking about her, about how her father got what he deserved. She hated how people would judge her father just because of his title. She shook her head and kept walking to her locker and before she could even reach it she heard him. She was really growing tired of him always trying to talk to him. She wanted that boy to leave her alone.
"What do you want, now?" she said turning to him
"Just to talk to you" he said
"You may want to talk to me but I don't want to talk to you" she said as she turned around and walked away but was quickly stopped by a hand grabbing her arm
"Please" he whispered
"Let go" she hissed
"Just give me 5 minutes" he pleaded, and she could feel and hear the kids in hall talking and their eyes glued on them.
"No" she said and ripped her arm from his hold and ran to her locker, tears already falling from her eyes.
"Emily mi dispiace non volevo farti del male in questo modo. Ti amo" (Emily i'm sorry i didn't mean to hurt you that way. I love you) he yelled, making her stop in her tracks.
"Tu non mi ami Aaron, perché se mi amassi non avresti fatto quello che hai fatto. Cazzo me ferito in più modi di quanto si potrebbe pensare. I tuoi genitori hanno l'unico genitore che avevo lasciato. You don't love me Aaron because if you loved me you wouldn't have done what you did. You fucking hurt me in more ways than you could think of. Your parents took the only parent that i had left.) She yelled tears rolling down her eyes. She was tired of bottling up her emotions and that was the last thing she wanted to hear form his lips. If he loved her than he wouldn't have turned her father in; he would've just let him be.
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The life of a mafia's daughter{Complete}
Romance"I hate you" were the words that Emily Lombardi never expected to say to her boyfriend of three years, Three years of lies, three years of playing with her heart, three years wasted, but the question was, did he truly do all those things? If he did...