Kidnapped by the Mafia Prince

The Right of Protectiveness over Possessiveness

Melanie

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My body felt cold, warm, stiff, and many other thing all at once while I felt suspended in darkness. Sometimes a memory would float to the surface pulling me from the darkness and throwing me into a long ago seen of the past. One of them was of my grandfather when I was thirteen, now knowing that was the last summer I would spend with him and his words that had been spoken then, becoming clear now in the future as I dropped back in time to that long ago conversation.

"Grandpa... Why do I need to learn how to defend myself, it's not like anyone is ever going to attack me. Most people just ignore or pass by me, as if I don't even exist." I counter annoyed that I was spending the summer with this wacko again while my parents went to a science convention again.

"Honey it's not because they are ignoring you, it's because they are afraid of you." He replied as he pulled equipment form his shed outside onto a blue mat he had laid out in the middle of his backyard, smashing the nicely trimmed green grass poking out in-between my bare toes.

"I doubt that, I'm too short for anyone to even think I am even slightly scary." I grunted in a very unlady like fashion. Staring down at my cool feet, feeling the high sun beating down on the Louisiana summer, crisping my pale skin.

"You are, because you have this air of authority, this presence of power that is intimidating to some people." He breathed pushing his white hair back over his balding spot in attempted to cover from the blistering sun.

"All" I counter referring to the people at school which he thinks are afraid of me when I know they just thought I was weird for my almost pink natural strawberry blonde hair, old cloths and just plain short. "No one thinks that Grandpa, but continue with the lesson anyways." I said rolling my eyes like the teen I was becoming. My antic's making my parents have a heart attack every time I came home with paper taped to my back and spit balls in my hair. That was just life for me. One of the unusually normal kids that students like to single out and pick on. They thought I was doing something to provoke them but, as a student that hides in the corner of the class and takes their lunches in the library, it was definitely not because of me.

He showed me several defiance techniques that were easy to grasp and mirror in a few tries. He had me use one of his karate dummies to practice on that weight more than I at my never changing five foot height. "There you go Melanie. See it's natural to you. If only my other students were as easy as you." Grandpa praised, wasting it on the young teen only doing it to amuse him until he forgot what he was demonstrating and move on to something else.

"Grandpa I just don't think it is even worth knowing this stuff. If what you say is true, why would anyone want to mess with a scary atmospheric girl then?" I smirked catching him in a stutter to explain his reasoning that obviously didn't make any sense.

"Just know that when you get older you will need to know how to defend yourself. What you learn when you turn seventeen will be confusing but do not hold it against your parents. They Love you no matter what. No matter whom you become. Just know that we all love and cherish you now and who you will become in the future. Never lose your innocence Melanie. Don't let the people around you or how they treat you affect who you are inside." He said pointing to my heart then up to my forehead. "Always be fair with your decisions, even when there hard ones. Always make the right ones." He ranted in a fatherly tone parents give when talking about the future of their child, hoping the best for them.

"What if I don't make the right one?" I questioned going along with it just to make him happy, seeing him brighten a tad that I had been listening to him.