Mafias girl

Chapter 5

We've been here in Rome for 4 days now.
It would be a lie if I say I'm not having fun. Even if Chloe makes me carry her shopping bags all day, she can't ruin these days for me. It's a good change for me. Experiencing new culture and exploring new places, I love it.

I haven't seen Xavier again and even though I tell my self that it's a relieve, in my heart I know I want to see him. He's so handsome how can anyone not want to see him. His sexy voice replays in my mind all the time. Every time I see someone with green eyes, I involuntarily compare them to Xavier's and come to the conclusion that Xavier's eyes are the most beautiful.

We just came to the hotel. As I enter the hotel room I place Chloe's shopping bags and go to the washroom to take a shower. I change into comfortable shorts and a baggy shirt. All I want is to sleep.

But like always, Chloe won't let me do that easily. Chloe is checking out her new things as I move to the sofa, yawning, I hear her voice

" tst tst shit that shirt is in one of moms bag. Chloe go get my shirt from Mom"

I look at her lazily and say " can I get it tomorrow, I'm really sleepy it's one in the morning". I look at her expectedly as she just stares at me with her hands on her hips

" probably moms sleeping as well" I add hoping she'll understand

"No, I want it now. And your getting it now. Now go" she says while glaring at me as if I've killed her pet

Loudly sighing I walk out of the room and to the next room. I knock lightly and turning the knob of the door I open it quietly. I'm scared if my parents are sleep and if I disturb them I'll be in lots of trouble.

As I take a step in I hear my dads voice

" I'm sick of that girl. I'm sick of paying for her every need. I hate your sister for dumping her on us"

I can see him from where I'm standing but his back is to me. I can't see my mom, she must be on the bed. Who are they talking about?

"I know I don't want her as well. All this money we spend on her we could have spent it on Chloe. If only my sister wouldn't have been a whore we wouldn't have been stuck with this girl. Why did she had to die while giving birth to this bastard and left her for us to take care of" I hear my mom say to my dad

By now I've stopped breathing. Who are they talking about. Are they talking about me? No no it must be someone else. I'm their own daughter. They're not talking about me. I try to assure my self. In my shock without realising I push the door and it goes and slams on the wall. It's not really loud but is enough to get my parents attention. My dad turns around to look at me and after few seconds my mom comes and stands by him as well

Just for a second they look at me as if there shocked. But then they regain them selves and stare at me nonchalantly.

"Wh-who are y-you tal-talking about?" I ask timidly. Scared to hear anything bad from they're mouth.

They look at each other and then say to each other " we should tell her"

My dad takes a step towards me and says
"listen no need to over react Serena ok. We were talking about you"

Hearing those words from his mouth I can't help but let the tears fall down my cheek.

"I-I don't understand" I hiccup

"See so stupid, just like her mother" I hear mom say

I stare at her through my tear filled eyes. This women who's I've thought as my mother my whole life, looking at me with nothing but hatred.

"what have I done, please tell me if I've done anything to make you angry Mom please but don't say this" I beg my mom while talking a step towards her

"Serena I'm not your mother." She says while looking at me. For I minute I see sadness in her eyes but that disappears quickly.

After a second she continues " your mother was my sister. She was always reckless. I don't understand why she was my parents favourite and I wasn't. I was the good girl. I used to study, I never had a boyfriend, I never partied" by now she's screaming and I can clearly see the hatred in her eyes

"She was always whoring around. It wasn't a surprise to me when she got pregnant. Your father deserted her just like she deserved. But then she died while giving birth to you, leaving you for me to take care of you" she through all this new information at me without even thinking how she's killing me. Every word she says breaks my heart in hundreds of pieces. These two people, who I saw as my parents my whole life, aren't my parents. No matter how much they mistreated me, I've never hated them. I've always craved for their affection, for their love.

" I was kind enough to take you in. To give you shelter. But every time I look I look at you I'm reminded of your mother" she says again.

I look at my father. Pleading him with my eyes to tell me this is a joke. That they are messing with me. But he just stands there, looking at me with no emotion.

"I don't know what your saying to me is true or not" I say looking at both of them " but I have loved you all my life, loved you the way a daughter loves her parents. Craved for your love, for your attention." By now my legs are trembling and I'm having difficulty breathing.

My hand automatically goes to my chest as I heave for air. Through my blurry eyes I see her taking a step towards me, her hands extended towards me. I don't wait to look at her eyes, I don't want to witness her hatred for me again. I take step backward and storm out of the room. I hear her voice calling me but I ignore her. I don't wait for the elevator and run down the stairs. Within minutes I'm out of the hotel and run. I don't know where I'm going I just run. I run and run and run, with tears still falling from the eyes, until I can't run anymore.

I fall down on my knees, my hands on the ground, crying. I hit the ground with my fists to feel the pain. I'll accepts any kind of pain but not this pain on my heart. I pray to god to take this pain away. I pray that any minute I'll wake up and realise it was just a bad dream. But that never happens.

My whole life has been a lie. All my life I've thought my parents don't love me because I'm not a good daughter, because I'm not like Chloe. Trying my best to make them proud. Make them see me as well.

But I was wrong. They don't hate me because I'm not a good daughter. They hate me because I'm not they're daughter. Because I'm not their flesh and bloody They hate me because I'm a responsibility thrown at them without they're consent.

My real mother. My heart breaks just thinking about her. My mother who was abandoned by my biological father. My mother who died giving birth to me. My mother who is hated so much by her own sister. I cry for her and I cry for myself. I cry for our fate.

In this state of frenzy I don't notice my surroundings. Suddenly I feel a presence behind me. I look behind to see a man, towering over me. He's ugly, specially that ugly smirk on his face.

"Looks like we've found our price tonight" he says to someone. I look behind to see he's not alone
They're are two other men behind him. I look down to see both of them have a small dagger in their hands. I gulp and weakly stand up. I think about running but I think the man reads my mind as he grabs my wrist, turning me around so that my back is touching his front and my hands are held my him behind me.

"Where do ya think your goin bella" I hear him say in my ear.

" please please let me go I'm begging you" I beg him

I feel his disgusting breath on my right check as he says, " why would I let a beauty like you go. I bet you'll go for a hefty  price"

With that he gives me no time to scream for help a he covers my nose mad mouth with a piece of cloth. I try to wriggly my self out of his grasp but he's to strong. I start panicking when my vision gets blurry and my head start getting lighter. I'm being drugged.

I try to kick him but I feel my body getting heavier.

Last thing I remember was someone evilly laughing near my face as my body becomes limp and my eyes shutdown.