Kidnapped...

Birthdays and sad memories

Adelina.
"Mama I'm home" I said , dumping my school bag in the door way . I was too tired to care where I had put it. I looked up to see Papi coming down the stairs with spatula and spoon in hand.
"What do you think chica?" He asked
"Well you look... Different " I said . Papi is always trying out new costumes and outfits so this didn't surprise me, last week he came downstairs with a live chicken in one hand and a butcher knife in the other .
Eyes half open , half closed, I trudged to the living room where grandpapi and grandmami were sitting hunched over the small coffee table. I wanted to ask what they were up to but I concluded I didn't want to.
"Buenos tardes grandpapi y grandmami" I said in an attempt to entertain myself .
"Buenos tardes chica. How was school? " grandpapi asked
" The same as it was yesterday grandpapi " I said shrugging.
He smiled and said "come Adelina," so I shuffled over to him and sat on his lap.
I was a normal height and didn't weigh very much for a 15 year old in fact there was only one thing that was special about me. My eyes . Papi said they told a thousand stories and mami said they were capturing . They were dark blue but stood out against my long dark brown hair. Other than that, I'm quite normal.
"Cheer up miha! Just a few hours now!" He said grinning from ear to ear.
"A few hours until what ?"
"YOUR BIRTHDAY!" He shouted
My birthday? Wow ... I almost forgot my own birthday
We were a very big family and I suspected that mami and Papi would have invited over all of our family members to party to tomorrow. I hugged grandpapi not knowing what to say and went upstairs.

Spanish Mafia
Alarico
I dived onto the sofa and put on the television.
"Alarico!" I heard the name bellow through the halls of the house, bounce off the walls and into my ears, he made the name sound so rich, so meaningful... I wasn't worthy.
"Come here chico" my Dad's voiced boomed again.
I went and stood at my dad's feet.
"Your needed ," he said
" but dad I've just gotten back from one of your other errands"
"And so what? Some times I doubt your manliness alarico."
That stung
I'm just tired.
" Tired is a word used by weaklings" he said gesturing to a picture of him before the transformation.
"Tomorrow you will follow pedro and Miguel to an area in the suburbs and accompany them where ever they go. Is that clear?
"Crystal" I said as I slumped off.
Miguel and pedro were dad's side men. Think of everything bad . They did it. You see my father wasn't always like this, in fact he was quite the opposite. When I was 3 and he and my mum had gotten married, he was a baker and worked to make his bakery the best in Spain. I would take pastries everyday to pre school and dad was making a lot of money. He would never want momma to work and she didn't have to. Then one day some men entered dad's bakery demanding he open the cash register and give the money to him at gun point. They also made him open the safe. Dad was distraught after it happened , we ran into some financial problems and went to prison for a year for not paying his loans on time. That year changed him forever . He came out with 23 tattoos , 6 knife wounds and no wife, she had left when dad was inside. 'Couldn't cope' it said inside the note. Dad acted like he didn't care but he loved her , I know he did. He then started a business in the Spanish Mafia earning more than anyone can dream of. Whether I agree with this technique of getting money.... Well that's another story.