The Long Lost Mafia Princess

Chapter 5

Wait moving means that I won't be able to see David anymore, my only friend, the only person I really talk to. I turn to him whit a sad smile.

"I'm going to miss you Dave" I said while tearing up a little "-you're my only real friend, you're like a father figure to me." I whisper

"oh I feel honored, I'm going to miss you too" He said standing up while giving me a hug.

Breaking the hug apart he said "Don't give them too much trouble, try to open up, I know it's hard but you can do it. I'm not worried about your school work, with your strait A's. You're a smart girl use it, and keep going. I believe in you, okay. And don't smash people's heads into lockers" while chuckling at the end making me laugh too.

"Dave?-" "yeah" "-can I get my art in art class too?" he smiled before giving me a yes.

I nodded while he wiped a tear away that fell from my eyes before giving me a last hug.

"I know it's hard, but it'll get better okay." I nodded in his chest before saying a final goodbye and walk to my locker with my head held high. I never cry in front of people, it makes me feel weak and it gives them another chance to break my trust.

The school bell rang so other students walk out of class to their locker too. People lower their head, again afraid for no reason I mean it was a one time thing.

I go open my locker while my family surrounds me. They practically look like freaking body guards. I laugh to myself while packing my stuff before quickly going to art class.

I knock on the door, then opening it when I hear a 'come in'.

"Hey miss. Smith"

"oh hey Valentina, what brings you here today?"

"well long story short, my parents aren't my parents. Their just people who kidnapped me at a young age, now that they are death I'm moving to New York with my real family. So I came to collect my art."

"wow" she said with wide eyes.

"yeah, I know."

"well dear, you can take your art and maybe someday I'll see you again."

I smiled at her nodding.

I go to the back of the classroom and collect my art. At 'home' I have more where I put my emotions in. These are just what we have to make, but it's pretty.

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Currently we're in the car on the way to my house. This ain't going to end well.

"you sure this is the house" my brother asked who I still don't know the name of.

"yeah" I say while looking at the ground.

"you can stay here, I'll collect my stuff"

"no it's okay we'll come" shit they can't who knows what's in there.

"no it's fine really"

"no we'll come"

Knowing I won't win this one, I give in.

I quickly make my way inside, where immediately the alcohol and drugs hits my nostrils.

Lowering my head I walk to the back of the kitchen island were my blood from this morning lays and the pan with my burned skin. I felt some tears make their way into my eyes, but quickly blink a couple of times to make that stop. I don't really know why I suddenly felt to need to cry. Maybe because seeing the scene from this morning triggered something, maybe from happiness realising that they are dead, or maybe it's from shame that my real family -who may I add, look extremely rich and stuff- see me in this run down house which was barely standing up. I don't know why, but I made an end to it before it could even start.

We need to get out of here soon, I don't want them finding anything out. I open my bag and put my few clothes that I have in it. I also put my art and cash from work in it. After a few minutes I'm fully done and walk upstairs.

I look at my family who are looking with sorry eyes at me.

"you lived here" one of my brothers asked me.

"yeah, it's not much but it's fine, I have everything that I need" I answered back lying in his face.

"I'm so sorry baby" my father told me while walking to me causing me to take a step back.

He looks sad but covers it up quickly. "c-can I give you a hug?" he asked nervously.

I nodded but was a bit scared, I need to remember that I'm moving on and can't keep getting scared of people. I walked over to him and hugged him. I felt something weird inside me, I felt... loved for the first time in my life. I felt so much comfort in just one hug. It was like he told me that everything was finally going to be okay.

A tear escaped my eye.

"t-thank you" I said

"jump" he said

I did what he said, and he was now carrying me . We didn't say anything until we were both in the car with me on his lap.

We pulled away and I now saw that there were tears on his cheeks. He wiped mine while I wiped his. "why are you crying?" I asked

"I missed this, I missed you it's been 12 years since I last saw you. We've been looking non stop. I can't lose you ever again. You're my little principessa."

I smiled while another tear fell from my eye.

"why are you crying?" he asked back, I decided just to be honest.

"I've never felt so much comfort and love in my life before." I answered truthfully.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there before." he said hugging me.

"It's not your fault"

"It is part my fault, if I had protected you better then all this wouldn't have happened. I promise to protect you from now on"

"guys we're here" one of my brothers said breaking our hug session.

We stepped out of the car to see a gigantic plane with the words 'Hernandez' on it.