"My heart was taken by you,
Broken by you, and now it is
In pieces because of you"
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Song name: Rise
Artist(s): Jonas Blue.
Today I woke up with one only thought on my mind.
This is the day my mom is going to get married to Sebastian.
I didn't know how to feel about this. Nervousness, dread, anxiousness? Definitely. A hint of anticipation? Maybe. I actually don't know.
I went to my bathroom and took a shower before wearing some casual clothes as I will get ready later since mom needs to do it now.
I had a quick breakfast then headed towards my mom's room and saw her sitting there and waiting for me so I could help her.
"Hey, honey. Good morning," She said to me, smiling sweetly.
She really wanted me to help her with her makeup since she had no idea how to do it except for lipstick and eyeliner.
She actually doesn't need any at all.
Even though, I still do her make-up.
I learned how to do makeup for my mom. She knew how to do simple makeup but in a more 'artistic' way, she always wanted me to do it. So I learned it.
I shook those thoughts out of my mind and went to Mom. I started doing her makeup. I applied some pore-removing spray (even though her skin is smooth, she is convinced that there is a pore), concealer, mat red lipstick, blush, eyeliner, and a bronze eyeshadow which will bring out her beautiful blue eyes which I luckily received.
The only good thing about me.
I then twirled her beautiful brunette hair and did a half and half down hairstyle. I love working with my mom's brunette hair. I sadly don't have it.
I have its texture but not its hair color.
I have red hair, which, I got from my mother's mother also known as my grandmother though I don't know since I have never actually met her since she died. Anyway, Mom said that I am lucky to have red hair as it is rare and very beautiful.
But I slightly disagreed seeing as I got bullied for it in school.
I made her wear her wedding dress and when she came out, she looked gorgeous. I whistled and she blushed.
"I did a good job," I said to her to which she nodded and kissed my cheek. Luckily the lipstick is smudge-free.
"You are getting another ring Mom," I whispered to her making her chuckle with tears in her eyes.
"No don't cry, Mom. It took me two hours to do your makeup and I still have to get ready myself. We only have two hours for the wedding," I said to her and she playfully glared at me and then nodded. I said a quick bye to her and left my room.
The boys and groom are in the other house since the bride and groom can't see each other yet.
Weird but we gotta do what we gotta do am I right?
I did my makeup and wore my dress. My hair was in curls since my mom told me to 'show it off' since I never do.
I didn't even look in the mirror after the makeup and hair were done before heading off to the living room so we could go to the venue.
Why should I look? I probably look hideous.
Apparently, Mom thought otherwise as she gasped when she saw me and gushed about how pretty I looked. I inwardly scoffed. She didn't need to lie about it.
He said I was ugly.
He said I don't deserve to be pretty as well.
I guess he is right. I don't deserve to do anything or even breathe.
But here I am doing it.
I got pulled out of my thoughts by the car appearing. The chauffeur led us to our seats and we took off.
I wanna see my bike again though.
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We reached the venue and the ceremony started. I stayed on the stage thing while Mom walked down the aisle. She looked gorgeous and her aura screamed power and demanded respect. She was walking like a true Mafia Queen.
Yes, I know that they are in the Italian-American Mafia. I did my fair share of digging through something known as hacking.
Something that I am good at.
Both fortunately and unfortunately.
But I am sad that they are hiding it.
They did their vows and stuff before kissing and the party started. I sat in the corner, my legs bouncing up and down, taking a deep breath as my eyes slightly blurred before coming back to normal.
I do get side effects from having the pills.
I get blurred vision, dizziness, headaches which are severe sometimes, and nausea.
But it has to be done. My old psychologist told me that.
I hated her. She was just so bubbly and kind which I hate.
I used to be like her though.
But he changed me.
And I hate that.
I hate him with all my passion.
I got pulled out of my thoughts by something.
Or rather someone.
"What do you want Samuel?" I asked without even looking at him. I just knew it by the aura I felt.
Bubbly and kind yet full of power and dominance.
"How do you it is me?" He asked. I finally met his shocked eyes with my bored expression.
"Because of... you know what? Never mind," I said, shaking my head. Samuel looked like he wanted to know more but didn't ask. Thankfully.
"You look pretty by the way," he said to me and I wanted to scoff again.
Really? More lies.
How many more lies would I freaking get in my lifetime?
"Thanks," I said to him.
"By the way, a mom and daughter dance is starting. Your mom is looking for you so I think you should go," He said to which I nodded and went.
I started to dance with her.
"You wanna sing today for me?" Mom said but I shook my head. I can sing, according to my mother but I never tried out for it. Never had a chance. Besides, I really didn't feel comfortable at the moment.
Luckily, Mom understood the situation and didn't push me further.
I then started dancing with Sebastian and my new step-bothers which did spike my fear a bit. I mean, I don't even know them that well! How the hell did I even do it is a question I would always continue to ask myself.
Though I had to admit, later it was pretty fun. Nothing really happened.
Except for one brother.
I was dancing with Alexander when he suddenly said something.
"You know that everything is not cupcakes and rainbows right?" His supper cold voice could bring the scariest man to shake in fear. A very cliche but true line.
But I didn't show him mine.
"Yes. Trust me. I have seen the real world and boy it is not pretty," I said as the partner got switched. He gave me a weird look but shrugged and went to talk to his friends.
After the dance, was the venue, meaning the food.
Around twelve in the morning, we went home. The workers were off day so one of us was driving. Since everyone but Samuel, Alexander, Alessandro and I were drunk, Alessandro drove the car to my new 'home'.
Well, I hope it will feel like home very soon.
I looked at everyone passed out and brought them to their room with the help of Alessandro and Samuel which was still not easy as everyone but Mom was heavy.
Seriously, what do they eat? Rocks?
Luckily for the training, it was easier.
After that, Alessandro went to their bedroom to sleep, leaving Samuel and I together.
My eyes met with Samuel and I sighed.
Looks like I have to deal with hangover people tomorrow.
And it looked like, we both had that thought running through our minds.
Great. Just freaking great.
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