Saved By The Mafia

Prologue

9 Years Earlier

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Waking up to the sound of shouting is something a child should never get used to, but I did. It happened almost daily, Mom and Dad were downstairs yelling and it was seemingly always about money. Even at the age of 8, I was never oblivious as to what was happening around me, I knew Mom was reckless and I knew dad was trying his hardest. 

Mom gambled and did drugs. She'd even shoot up on heroin when I was in the room; she didn't care. I was always told I'd end up like her because I was a witness to her actions but my dad tried his best to shield me from basically everything she did. He did his best shielding me from her ways but apparently, his best wasn't enough.

It was a half-day at my school and on the typical half-day, parent's would usually come to school to pick up their child but Dad had to work to put food on the table and I knew damn well my mother was not going to come to pick me up so I started walking home.

I usually walked as slow as possible, hoping to not see her when I got home but as soon as I got home, all hope was lost as I stared at the still-lit cigarette butts on the front porch. I opened the door and walk in and I'm immediately greeted by a trail of blood going from the foyer and up the stairs. I froze. I was in such a state of shock, my mind was racing and every possible thought popped into my mind. 

I soon snap out of my state and I follow the trail up the stairs but as I ascended the stairs, I took notice of the direction the blood trail; it was going into my room. My door was closed and as I stood before the door, a single tear rolled down my cheek. As I creaked my door open, I see my mother in the corner of my bed with her wrists slit and her eyes still wide open. I drop to my knees as I start bawling my eyes out.

Soon I caught my breath and rush downstairs to call 9-1-1. Almost immediately the operator answered, I told her the situation as calmly as I could, told her my address and within a few minutes my house was surrounded with blaring sirens and I could hear my father yelling outside, "Where's my daughter? Where the fuck is my daughter?".

Not long after I was wrapped in his arms, both of us watching my mother's frail body being placed into a body bag. 

"Is the blood still there daddy?", I say wanting to be reassured, "I don't know sweetheart", he responds, looking slightly confused, "I don't know."

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1 Year Later

"Are you finished packing your stuff sweetheart?", Dad asked, "Yeah Dad, I'm ready.", I retort. "You're really gonna love the new house." "I bet I will Dad, I bet I will."

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~A/N~

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