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Prologue

My family was never perfect from the start, never has been and I doubt it ever will be.

That's life.

My father came from a dirt poor family called the Schutz and fell in love with my mother at a Northern German school. My mother was part of a rich family called the Beschädigt, and also fell in love with my father. My father described those days as his 'glory days'. Less mess, less hassle, just... freedom. However, in the last days of school, they found out my mother was pregnant with me.

My mother, knowing that her actions could cost the life of me and my father, ran away with us to the South of Germany, where a close friend of my father lived. From the moment I was born, my mother and father sheltered me with love. Unconditional, pure love. Sometimes it was the only thing that kept us going.

While I don't remember a lot from those times, I was always aware of how we almost mooched off of the close friend, but we tried our hardest to repay her for her kindness. My father worked for up to 12 hour shifts for several days straight, not telling us what job he was working, and my mother did what she could to find part time jobs during the seasons.

But, our way of lifestyle changed on my 5th birthday; on the 15th October, my father took us to a giant house, big and mansion-like, it was amazing. It had comfy beds, a full fridge, and two floors. Then he told me and my mother it was ours. That all those long hours were to get us a better way of living. Needless to say, we were ecstatic.

As the months went by, my father continuously went to work early and came home late. It was understandable that my mother grew impatient with him, not understanding why he kept his job so secretive. She just wanted to spend time with her husband, yet he was still working and spending little time with her.

But I understood.

For you see, within the first couple of days of moving into the new house, I could not sleep at night; unfamiliarity seeping into my skin and making me feel on edge. So, I got out of bed and went downstairs for a drink, not wanting to disturb my parents. But as I was going down the stairs, the front door opened and revealed my father; blood splattered across the suit he was wearing.

When he saw me staring at me he knew he couldn't keep anything he was doing a secret, so he told me about the mafia world; he had jobs to do and people to 'take care of'. The house we had was bought, but he slowly had to pay the group back the money he didn't have. For a five year old, my vocabulary and comprehension of the world was outstanding, so when he told me all of this, I didn't doubt him. And I knew, that no matter what, I should never utter a word of this conversation to my mother; she'd break.

However, after living around five months in the new house, my mother found out about my father's job. Me and my father are still unaware of how she found out to this day. In the middle of the night, I heard a crash downstairs. Heart pounding, I ran downstairs to discover my mother attacking my father with a knife, his arms blocking her attempts to stab at his important vitals. "How could you?!?!" She screamed.

My mother had high values and believed that no matter how you live your life, you should always be kind. It almost shattered her soul to know that the way she lived and the house she lived in was because the man she married committed a treasonous act. So her actions towards my father were ironic. That's another thing I still can't understand; why she resulted to violence.

"Mama, Daddy please stop fighting!" Little me cried, tears streaming down my face, hating that the two people who gave me so much love and cared for me were trying to kill each other.

In the end, he shot her. Straight between the eyes. He looked at the act he committed and dropped the gun; ashamed, terrified that he just killed the love of his life. He dropped down onto his knees stunned and hugged the limp body of my mother, sobbing his heart out. Little me ran up to him and hugged his back, sobbing into his shirt. "I'm sorry my baby girls, I'm so sorry.." He sobbed.

When his group found out what happened, they took pity on him, sent him to England to make a new life for himself and pay off the debt.

But he did so much more.

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SO. Hi. I'm Novella.

I've had this story in mind for absolutely ages and now I have decided to post the prologue! Ta-da....

The writing style for the prologue is different from the one in the first chapter, I was trying to make it seem like a memory. Did it work or does it just look rubbish? I hope it's okay.

Uh, I think I'll try to post weekly? With Covid around at the moment I have to do stuff from home so I should be able to go that. No promises though.

Sorry for the vague a/n here. I'm not used to writing fanfics. Also! I'm posting on Quotev. Idk if that's really relevant but I felt as though it's important.