Angel's Lie (Mafia)

The First Kidnapping

"It's so frustrating, how could he hide this from me, his own daughter! She was my mother! I deserved to know the real reason she passed!"

"You do deserve those rights," Seth agrees. It's really the only thing he's been doing but it feels good to get this off of my chest.

"I'm glad you're here, I never really realized it but you are honestly the only friend I have and the only person I can truly talk to, besides Grayson of course but he doesn't count."

"Why not?"

"I dont know, he's been my best friend since we were five, well excluding the years we spent away from each other, but I can't let anything off my chest because he already knows everything, and apparently more about myself then I know"

"I'm always happy to help, if we're being honest you're one of my only friends too. I don't do much to make friends, I go to class, drive your family around, workout, and that's it, nothing more nothing less." I look over at him and smile. "Do you have a certain location you would like to go or are we just riding?"

"Just riding, if you have anywhere in mind we can go, as long as I don't get kidnapped." Seth looks over at me with a panicked expression until realizing I'm just kidding. "Although, that did give you brownie points with my father if it happens again though you'll probably just get killed." I can sense Seth tensing up from my words so I end the conversation. "Would you like to go get ice cream?" I ask.

We drive to an ice cream parlor that Seth swears has the best rocky mountain ice cream, I think it's taste mediocre but Seth looks like he's really enjoying it so I agree that it's the best.

"Has it always been this...dramatic living with your family?" Seth asks curiously.

"I always knew as a child my family was different. Father having secretive "poker nights", certain rooms I was allowed to play in, cameras, drivers, Carlo and Bruno having o go to "training". There was a sense of normality due to me only having one friend-Grayson, and his mom being my teacher, but when I would watch movies the kids always seemed happy, they were playing with other kids their age, living in a neighborhood where all of the houses look similar, going to a real school, having a group of friends and not just one. Not that my childhood wasn't happy, I just always knew it wasn't normal and as much as I wanted it to be, I always knew deep down it wasn't going to be."

"What about in California, wasn't your life a little more normal there?"

"When I first arrived in California it destroyed me. Being forced to suddenly live with your Grandparents who you see once or twice a year and getting taken away from your brothers and best friend and being put with a cousin you've met once and no other friends was a lot for a little girl. I remember not talking to anyone, just using my manners, and being excused from the dinner table every night. I remember not eating and drinking. I told myself if I didnt eat or drink father would come back and take me home. He never did. Instead, I was hit with a riding crop whenever I wouldn't eat at the dinner table. Eventually, after a few months, I kind of knew he wasn't coming to get me, every time he would visit I would scream and kick begging him to take me home but I was stuck there. I eventually started school but still, I didn't make any friends. They all made fun of me because I would wear a tiara on my head, it reminded me of the princess I knew I was, but everyone thought I was weird. I started talking to my cousin, KB, she became my only friend, sadly I couldn't talk to her in school because she was a grade above me. Year after year that became my normal. I would wake up, go to classes- which consisted more of being a good housewife rather than academics, go home, do chores, homework, read, dinner, and get ready for bed. I was still under a source of protection, they thought I didn't know but I always did, our driver always had another man riding shotgun with him, I never knew who he was or why he was with us until one day when I was ten, a kid knocked grape juice onto my white dress, after screaming the man came running after me with his hand on his gun, nobody saw him but me. I told my grandparents about him but after that, I never saw him again. I now know that his job was to not let me see him with a gun, so I can only assume he's dead- a man's death is on my hands. After that, there was no other person in the passenger side, but when KB and I were at the mall alone I would always see a man in black.