Run Off → 91 Days Fanfic

Run Far Away

First things first, #blacklivesmatter and if you don't agree get the fuck outta my fanfic :)

Hey guys, I know there's a lot of wacky shit going on in the world right now but I just want all of you to know that it'll pass soon! Feel free to message me anytime!

Also, long chapter ahead!

You had to stop lying to yourself, it's about time that you told the truth. No matter how hard it seemed, it was reality, there was nothing you could have done to make your childhood better. It was difficult to accept the fact that Angelo was never really in your life, he was more of a thought in your mind to make you feel desirable. You had trouble coping.

He had a presence that was more of a shadow behind your back, he wasn't exactly in front of you face to face. He was merely a character in the background. There were the occasional times where you saw him at mass but it was only for a brief blessing. You haven't met up with him outside of the church, at all.

Angelo never visited your manor and never spent private time with you. He seemed a million miles away, untouchable. All the thoughts of you and him, it was all a fantasy, white lies. You daydreamed about Angelo Lagusa to make yourself feel better, it was a pitiful childhood crush. It made sense that both of you were never meant to be together, you two were worlds apart, money and class wise.

Although your father was friends with Testa Lagusa, there was always an invisible barrier in the middle of the families. The warmness of the formal relationship was gone, it was burnt down in the fire that killed the whole family. But of course, since your parents worked for Don Vanetti, they knew the dirty things that he did.

Your mother made the mistake of telling you the truth and your father paid the price when Don Vanetti heard you spill out the secret over a private dinner. You were thirteen, for God's sake, you didn't know any better. It was absolutely chilling, the way Vincent stared at you from across the table the moment you mentioned the Lagusa family.

No wonder your parents feared Don Vanetti, he had the power to ruin lives just by snapping his fingers. It's scary to imagine how much power he has over everyone he knows. You weren't even safe in your own house. Luckily, it was only you, your parents, and him during dinner. No Nero, no Frate, no Fio, and no Corteo. It would have been a lot more embarrassing if they were there and saw everything.

"Come here, [Y/N]." Don Vanetti motions you over to the end of the table with a firm hand.

You set down the fork and knife before picking up your dress to get off your chair. You rubbed your forearms for comfort as you made your way towards him. The man watches the way you were walking, his lips pursed to hold up his cigar. Your parents sat there helplessly; the blood was drained from their faces as they held their breath.

"Tell me," Don Vanetti prompts while grabbing a hold of your hand gently. "Who told you about the Lagusa family?"

Staring at him with big innocent eyes, you hesitantly shrugged your small shoulders. There was a thin, pinkish, scar along the side of his face, it nearly missed his eye. He snorts a little from your answer, the bushy black mustache over his lip trembles from the way he exhaled and smoke spilled out of his mouth.

"Who told you about the Lagusa family?" He asked again, voice rumbling.

Gulping from his cold glare, you croaked out in a small voice; "My mother..."

"What did she say?" Don Vanetti glances briefly at your mother and the woman covers her mouth with a trembling hand. "I believe she wasn't there that night."

Your father looked sick of the food in front of him, he was practically turning green, "That's enough, Vincent. We invited you to our house for dinner, that is all."