The Mafias Possession [RE-WRITING]

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~ Angelina Diaz ~

"Sweetheart, are you ready?" The sound of daddy's gruff baritone rings in my ears from behind my bedroom door. Due to the bobby pin being held between my teeth and hands fixing my hair, "We are leaving in two minutes." he proceeds.

"I'm coming." I quickly reply.

That's what she said

More like you did last night after you read that erotic book with her professor

Woah, Jamal, thanks for exposing me!

It's not the only time it's happened. Remember when- moving on!

Pinning a loose tendril of dark brown waves to the side. I rush around my room, picking up the necessities, and a pair of dark-rimmed glasses, letting out a sigh at the sight in hand before adding them inside my purse.

I've never really liked wearing glasses, due to it making someone look like the cliche 'nerd', but hey, it's not like I have a choice in the matter. And I choose not to wear contacts either since my eyesight isn't all that bad and after an incident that happened where I tried doing it myself and ended up with an eye infection. Everyone thought I was jumped and you know what also happened that day that was so amazing? It was freaking picture day!

I inwardly shiver at the memory. Never again

Taking a quick once-over in the floor-length mirror, my dark brown iris see right through my fake smile as I hide the insecurities of my weight and other useless details that I have grown to dislike over the years before making my way to the door.

The sound of little footsteps makes its way to my ears and I grin as I turn around, slightly bending down, I open my arms welcoming the little specimen who jumps into my arms, "An-An" he exclaims with excitement.

I watch in awe and tap his nose amused as the little boy's nose crinkles and I giggle.

"Hey, what's with the sad face?" I ask the little four-year-old when I notice the solemn expression. He fidgets with his hands, his eyes focussed on them as he answers in a sad tone. "An-An wear ou goin?" he questions in his version of vocabulary.
(An-An where are you going?)

I smile, replying in a gentle tone, "Baby, Aunt An-An told you already that she will be going with Grandma Lilah and Grandpa Trey to meet some old friends." It was true. It was odd considering they usually allow me to stay home or spend time with my girls.

He lets out a small sigh, not liking the idea but agrees nonetheless, "Okey....ven will ou be back?" I bring a hand up to ruffle his hair and he lets out a giggle, his tiny hands pushing mine away. "An-An ou no I don't ike ou doin dat to my hair." He speaks in a half scolding and teasing tone while I hide my smile.
(An-An you know I don't like you doing that to my hair)