Mind Over Matter

Goodbye //12

Mr Giamotto kept laughing at me, I felt weak. I was no longer confident and brave; I was a scared little girl who need her daddy.

Still, I kept the gun pointing right at him. My whole body was shaking, I was having a body earthquake, if thats even possible, and a lump was forming in my throat. But I wouldn't give in. I wouldn't let this motherfucker live.

I'd learnt about how horrible these people were in some letters, how disgusting both this man and my father were. I burnt them all and watched with pleasure and disgrace

They depicted a series of events from 20 years earlier. My uncle Benny had died before I was born and all I knew was that it was some ''tragic accident'', just another load of bullshit. Like the rest of my life.

Yes, it was tragic; but it sure as hell was no accident. The man standing and laughing infront of me. Had killed my uncle, for no reason. Uncle Benny didn't even know him, nobody had ever heard of Marco Giamotto. They had, however, heard of Silvio Giamotto, ringleader of the Catavalli Mafia. An secret criminal society dealing with drugs, extortion and murder.

My father, Antonio, was Silvio's enemy. Silvio was old and rotting away, whilst my father was the clever and oh so horrible new boss of the American Mafia, known by it's members as ''Cosa Nostra''.

I'd known my family had a past in crime, back in the fourties and fifties, I was a Castaletta after all. One of the original ''Five Families'' of New York. We were like the Brangelina of organised crime.

Marco, wanting to make himself look important, knew he would never be able to kill my father. Instead he targeted Benny and then, like the ass he is, murdered him. Ruthlessly.

My father held a grudge and in revenge, by using his powers in organised crime, beat up and then subsequently murdered Marco's father.

Ever since then they have been feuding like sixth graders and I was now the bait in all of this. Little did they know I'm not five and I don't still play with dollies.

''You'll never shoot me'' Mr Giamotto laughed ''You're just a little girl''

''I'm 17, not 7'' I informed him, as he continued to laugh

''Yes but you don't have it in you Sofia. You will never kill me''

''Wanna bet on that?'' I smiled.

''You're weak and pathetic'' he mocked me, but honestly I'd killed 5 people today. I was not going to crack.

''Very much like you then'' My arms were starting to ache, but I refused to put down the gun,

''Give up Sofia. You are pathetic, you'll never do it. You're just a little girl.''

"You are just as pathetic and cowardly as your father" he smiled

I didn't want too shoot him, I wanted my dad too for revenge. But honestly I was so pissed I couldn't control myself. He continued to laugh and mock me and I am so sorry daddy.

Within a second I had fired the gun 3 times, Frankie and my father ran into the room, my father just in time to get a bullet in there himself.

The sound of the world droned out. I walked over to Mr Giamotto and collapsed by his side. Frankie grabbed me and pulled me up, before I was immersed in his pool of blood.

''Don't touch him, that'll leave fingerprint's your dad will take care of it come on'' Frankie dragged me out of the building. All I could think about were the people I'd killed and my dad. He was alive, I wanted to hug him but I couldn't; and it hurt. My heart was aching and yearning for my daddy.

Frankie bundled me into the front seat of the car, and started driving. I didn't have a clue where we were going, we didn't plan this part.

My throat was closing up and I couldn't breath, the tears streamed down my face and I was purely terrified. Frankie squeezed my hand, before pulling over and hugging me.

He leant over and wiped my tears whilst hugging me.

''We did it Sofia, we're free'' he smiled

Were we free? Was this ''free''.

I leant against the cool window as Frankie kept driving, and my eyes got heavier and slowly I drifted into my sleep.

I was free.

This was just the beginning of my freedom.