Desire or Revenge (Cancelled)

Chapter 1: How it all began...

Don't bother reading this story. I've stopped writing half way through and the writing is shit :)

I got stuck in this mess when I agreed to accept the mission. I knew it would be very dangerous, but what I didn't know was that someone that I loved very much would have to die because of me... My name is Alexa Rucci and this is my story.
I was born in Sicily, Italy in 1993. I was a really beautiful baby with long brown curly hair and big green eyes, enchanting everyone with my beauty. I lived in a quaint beautiful beach house on the coast of Catania with my two loving parents Vanessa and Rosso. I was an only child, but I didn't complain because I got all the attention, and I loved it ! They would tuck me into bed at night and read me fairy tales, saying over and over again that I was their little princess. I'm far from being a princess now. Anyway this happy period didn't last very long...

On my 5th birthday everything changed! The day started as normal. My parents woke me up singing "Tanti Auguri A Te" which is happy birthday to you in Italian. My mother was holding up a small cake decorated with flowers and five candles on top which lit up my dim room, my father had a wrapped present in his hands. I blew out the candles excitedly and turned my attention to the mysterious present.

I eagerly teared away the wrapping paper from my present. I could not believe my eyes when I saw what it was. It was a telescope! I held my present with my trembling hands and looked up at my parents who were smiling lovingly at me. I was in awe. I had always loved the stars and I would spend lots of nights awake looking at them shine and occasionally I would spot a shooting star.

I was also very confused, how could they afford something so expensive, we were a pretty poor family and we only spent money on our basic needs and bills. We only owned the beach house as it was passed down through many generations until it belonged to my papa.

My friends and close family members came to our house to have dinner that afternoon. We were all dancing around having fun, not knowing what was about to happen next. Now you may think, how on earth do I remember all this? Well that's because that day was the worst day of my life..

As everyone began to leave, I was getting ready for bed. My parents once again tucked me into bed, however something was wrong. My parents kept having anxious looks at each other. I didn't take much notice in this as my father began to tell me a fairy tale, it was Cinderella, my favourite story. I loved the fact that after all the hardships that Cinderella faced she got her happily ever after in the end.

However after the first few pages of the story there was a loud robotic banging on the front door! We all jumped as we got a fright, my father dropped the book, and didn't bother to pick it up. My father then nodded at my mother and left the room to see the commotion downstairs. My mother was trembling uncontrollably in fear, I held her hand trying to soothe her down. My mother was crying, although she tried to hide it from me, something bad was definitely happening! There was a lot of shouting coming from downstairs and occasionally I heard smashing and hitting. My mother couldn't take it anymore..

"Princess, I'll be right back, everything will be okay.. Don't be scared, I love you!"
She said that in such a calm voice, making sure I wouldn't be scared. I had always loved her voice, she used to be a singer before I was born and she would often sing to me. But I didn't know that that would be the last time I would hear her voice. She left the room without a glance back. I know I should have stopped her right there, right then but I didn't and that's a mistake I regret. Anyway, what could a five year old even do?

"Mama, papa come back!!" I wailed. No response. All I heard was the shouting downstairs. It wasn't very clear what they were saying, so very stupidly decided to go downstairs to ease my curiosity. I snuck into our bare sitting room and hid behind our old sofa, before anyone saw me. Everyone was too occupied to notice me.

There were three strangers in the room, there was a woman smoking, a muscular man by the door and then a business looking man with a suit and greyed hair who was doing the talking. There was one thing they all had in common, they all had tattoo which was of a standing lion going down their left arms. Under the lion it said the words 'Wild Lions'.
"Rosso, Rosso, Rosso... I'm not gonna repeat myself! Where's the money?!" said a voice I did not recognise.
"I don't have it!" whimpered my papa.
"If you want the debt to be repaid, you better do the next job!"
"NO I'M DONE DOING YOUR STUPID DRUG JOBS, I HAVE A FAMI-." He stopped when saying family, perhaps he didn't want the man to know about his weakness. Me.
"I DON'T WANT THIS LIFE!!"
"Well we don't always get what we want, now do we! I desire money, but it's not here! You have a price to pay anyway!!" He took out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at my father. With the free hand he grabbed my sobbing mother and pushed her over to the muscular guy by the door. At this point I was quietly sobbing watching all this unfold. The muscular guy held my mother tightly. "We will have some fun." Sniggered the muscular man at my mother, smirking.
"Sorry for this Rosso, it's just business." said the business guy in a snarky voice.
"Mercy Igor, please..." pleaded my father on his knees. The suited man laughed a heartily evil laugh and he pulled the trigger hitting my father's head...