Day 14
I can't process anything right now. There are people around me yet I feel more alone than ever. I feel like crying, but I won't. I don't cry, even during a pregnancy. Why do I have to be pregnant? Why me? Why couldn't he have just pulled out? I'd be 100x less pissed if he just raped me with a condom on. Is it too much to ask?
Oh and there it goes. Tears welled up in my eyes. Why the fuck do I have to be such a pussy all the time. I got up from my bed and walked to my onsuit. My bathroom consisted of a black-and-white theme. Black accessories and white walls, countertops and toilet.
My room matched the same kind of vibe but the opposite. Black walls and desks while the accessories and the roof were white. My room looks like they hired someone to make it. It's personalized but it's not related to me whatsoever. I mean I didn't expect my brothers or my father to have put effort into my room I didn't even expect them to hire someone, but I wish I had just one photo of when I was young. One where everyone is smiling, Mom, Parker, and all of my brothers, all smiling at me.
I wish I didn't need a picture to know that any of that happened. I don't even know if it ever did. We are a mafia family after all. Maybe we never smiled in photos. Now that I think of it they rarely smile.
After peeing and brushing my teeth, I don't know why I brushed my teeth. I came in here to brush my hair and go to the bathroom, why did I brush my teeth? I guess I was so deep in thought that I didn't even notice when I grabbed my toothbrush and started to brush off of instinct. What time is it anyway?
A knock on my door and a voice telling me to go down for supper answering my previous question regarding time. They had said we eat at 6:30 so that must be it.
I brush my hair and make sure I don't look like I was staring at a wall lost in thought, letting my eyes water because they were so dry. Once I was sure I looked decent I made my way downstairs, a dagger strapped to my thigh under my cargo pants. Just to be sure you know? Who knows when they're going to turn on me? I need to be prepared.
When I get to the main floor, yes I memorized the route, I look at the table to find only one spot left. The one beside Parker and Benjamin who, might I add, looked insanely pissed. He looked like he was going to chop my head off. He also had a klinex up his nose because it was still bleeding. He didn't look very intimidating.
I took my seat and everyone's eyes remained on me the entire time. Before anyone could utter a word to each other, a girl walked in. Through the door. Without knocking. I swear are these people mafia leaders? If so how are they alive if they let people just waltz on in here like they own the place? How is it that other mafias who hate my father don't just come around and kill them all? They really are stupid.
The girl wore a cute forest green oversized hoodie with a pair of blue jean shorts. When I say she was pretty I mean it damn well. Her hair was a curly black which accompanied her light brown skin perfectly. I could see freckles decorating her face making her look even cuter than she already is. God if I were a guy I would have fainted at the sight of her.
I look up at her eyes to see her smirking at me. Shit, I've been caught. I mean I wouldn't call someone looking at her entire body awestruck by the sheer beauty she possesses, checking her out, but it seems that she did.
"Allie, always fashionably late. Can't ever be on time for once, even when Anna is finally home. Please just pull up a chair." Parker said signing and turning away from her to look at the food that was just placed in front of us. I could tell he wasn't very mad at her tho he seemed more so used to it.
"Of course uncle, why would I be on time when I could be late? Make my appearance known." That confused me, uncle. Did I just check out my cousin? I never thought I would be a part of one of those videos with the song Sweet Home Alabama attached to it, but here we are. I've fallen too far for anyone to catch me.
I've barely spoken a word to anyone yet but no one sparked a conversation worth my input so I stayed quiet. I sat waiting patiently for my queue to eat. Not that I needed anyone to tell me I could, more that no one touched the food sitting patiently in the center of the table and I didn't want to be the first one.
Finally, Luca reached out to grab some food when Parker stopped him. Please god just take food so that I can eat too. Parker turned to me.
"You can have the first serving since you are new to the house. Have as much as you want," he told me. I was grateful for the food. I live to eat for sure, especially since I've been deprived of it for so long.
"Not that she will eat much" Luca grumbled under his breath. What the fuck? I would assume Benjamin would be pissed with me but Luca? What did I ever do to him? I could tell he didn't mean to say that out loud because his eyes widened when everyone looked in his detection.
Just to spite him I grabbed as much food as I could, potatoes, corn, ribs, salad, carrots, chicken even cheese. I made sure I didn't take portions that were for others but I did make sure to stare into his eyes with a cold glare while stocking up my plate.
Then I realized that I wouldn't be able to eat all that. Well, that's a little awkward. Before doing anything else I trade plates with Parker before stocking his with a lot less food. I still took all the variations of food but in far smaller quantities.
"Called it," he said louder than previously obviously trying to get his point across the entire table. "She's probably anorexic or some kind of excuse for attention." the fact that he assumed this is one thing but him saying that these very real problems were just an act for attention. He's just a plain ass for that.
Before anything could escalate because god knows I would have punched his face until it was unrecognizable, Parker's phone rang. The loud sound almost sounds like an alarm clock playing in his pocket.
"Oui allô." he spoke into the phone. His expression slowly became more and more unhappy.
Yes hello.
"Trouble la. Sa me fair rien si cest prèceque impossible! Trounce la!" he replied into the phone. I'm assuming he's talking about Tana. They still haven't found anything from that note and they never will. My code was too strong.
Find her. I don't care if it's almost impossible! Find her!
He stuffed his phone into his pocket clearly in a bad mood.
"So Anna how was your life before you got here? Any hobbies?" well I guess I'm lying again right now. No way will I be able to answer this question truthfully.
"It was fine, I like bikes and cars, working on them or driving them. I also take fighting lessons." why lie right? A lot of people take fighting lessons. I'm allowed to like vehicles as well. There was no point in lying in this circumstance.
"Oh, what kind of fighting did you do?" shit. I don't know different fighting types. I mean there's boxing and things like illegal fighting? That's not a category.
"You know some things with fists some with knives just like a self-defence course kind of thing. I was never any good tho." wasn't a complete lie. Getting beat up every day is kinda a self-defence course. That's what taught me how to do what I do.
" We should all teach her some new self-defence skills! We could take turns to teach her what we do best. Knives, guns, fists we can teach it all!" Alexandre exclaimed thinking it was a great idea. It was not. I can't cover up the fact that I know how to do all of those things, without giving them a hint that I know exactly what I'm doing, and could probably beat them in a fight.
" There are still 3 days before you go to school so you have time. We can teach you all these things." Parker answered not giving me any time to object. I've been here for a day and they're already making decisions for me.
Shit, I whispered under my breath.
I'm so going to slip up.
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(This story isn't about incest)
Another chapter is done! I'm trying to publish as much as I can right now but chapters take me about 3 hours maybe 4 hours each so that takes a toll on my sleep schedule as I mostly write at night.
16 chapters in and I still feel like we barely started. We didn't really start much but I like how everything is happening slower than in most books it gives me a chance to make good career development. If all of a sudden she starts to trust everyone, you guys don't have any kind of attachment to her. If I spend a lot of time letting the reader get to know her it can help the plot out a ton.
Anyway, hope you guys like Marianne so far!
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