hiraeth [ hir • raeth ]
n. the homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places in your past
It was thing one as he gripped my neck, squeezing the life out of me. I began to claw at his hand as he held me against my father's door. My pulse was slowing down as oxygen began to become difficult to suck into my lungs.
"Adrian, Otstan' ot moyey docheri, seychas zhe!" My father shouted just as he dropped his grip around my neck. My body fell to the ground in a thud. Thing one turned away from me to look at my father who had been coming towards us. Anger was clear on his expression to the point that I knew I was in deep trouble
[ get the f*ck off my daughter now ]
"I caught her coming out of your office,"Adrian stated, turning stone-cold once again. He was looking straight out in front of him as my father finally walked up to the both of us. I had decided to dramatize not being able to breathe as I held onto my neck and really 'focused' on getting air to my lungs.
I could feel my fathers eyes burning holes into me right before he turned to look at Adrian. "Ty dolzhen byl priyti ko mne. V sleduyushchiy raz, kogda ty vozlozhish' na neye ruki, ya tebya ub'yu."
[ you should have come to me. next time you put your fu*king hands on her, i will kill you ]
"Prosti, boss," Thing one said before walking back towards the place that my father had come from. I continued to overplay my choking as my father bent down to be exactly eye level with me.
[ i am sorry ]
I looked over at him with a small tear in my eye as he narrowed his eyes at me. "I've been really trying to believe you this entire time, Orabella. So, tell me why you really went into my office and do not lie to me."
I knew that it had to be something believable. If I gave him the whole 'I was looking for you' he would see right past it. He would be curious as to why I went in. My head was spinning trying to come up with a quick enough answer that was believable.
Turning back on my acting skills, I looked away from him before allowing a sob to move past my lips. "You're never going to trust me again."
My father looked at my curiously before turning my head towards him. There was a soft look in his eyes as he stared at me. Once again, I wanted to believe he would change. Then the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he has always been a liar. He had lied to me from the second I was born. He named me Orabella after a woman who he so brutally raped and murdered's baby. He said he was blurred out, but I'm sure that part wasn't included. If he were so blurred out, how could he have known about the baby's name?
"Try me, Orabella," he said. When he said my old name, I had to fight so hard behind the battle of not flinching. My mind was full of puzzlement on how he could say that name so effortlessly. It was a name that didn't belong to me, but he seemed to love this fantasy of me being another woman's daughter.
"When I was at Mr. Rossi's mansion, I overheard people speaking. Sometimes, when I locked away in a room, some of the guard would wait outside of it. So, I would place my ear against the door just to listen. One man brought your name up one day and spoke of some video taping. I don't know what came over me, but I thought you would've had it. Daddy, I'm so sorry," I cried out, throwing my arms around him.
He wrapped his arms around me once more as he began to rub circles on my back again. When I pulled away, I could see the slight amount of fear in his eyes. He knew exactly what video taping I was referring too. I'm sure that the fear came from knowing how close I could've been to finding out the truth. He turned away again, preparing to lie.
"That video that they were talking about is a hoax. I don't have a video taping, baby girl. Next time, please just talk to me before going into my office, okay?" He asked, letting lies slip between his teeth. My father was nothing but a lying pig. I wish I could sympathize. Luckily for me, I knew of that there was one man in this world who would never lie to me.
Suddenly, I became guilty at the thought of him. He wouldn't lie to me, yet here I was going behind his back. Then, my mind traveled farther to the thought of my baby and how I hoped she was okay.
He got up before outstretching his hand for me to take. Slowly, I placed my hand in his before he helped pull me up. "I saw all the pictures you had of me in your office. So, you really have been thinking about me all this time, dad?"
"You're the reason I live and breathe every single day," he told me. A smile made it's way onto my face as I nodded my head. I believe what made this semi-easy was the fact that he wanted to believe me. When you want something, it's almost as if your mentality tries its best to shape it no matter the strays.
"I've missed you so much," I lied. Lying was becoming a much easier thing to do. I guess that is what happens when you live your life surrounded by nothing but lies.
"Let's get you back to your room," he stated.
"Where's mom?" I asked him. His eyebrows came together in confusion as if he had no clue why I would ask about her.
"Last time I checked, she was with the Italians," he said. I noticed how he didn't look away like he normally did when he was preparing to tell a lie. He was telling the truth. If my mother wasn't with the Russians like Vincenzo had said she would be, where was she?
"If that were true, why didn't she ever help me?" I asked, playing along with my story. He shrugged his shoulders as we walking towards my room.
There were so many questions I wanted to ask him. I wanted to know the true reason why he named me Orabella-the answer needed to come from him. I wanted to ask how he could live with himself knowing all the pain he had caused. I wanted to ask if everything that had ever come out of his mouth was a lie. If only I could just ask him if love actually existed in his heart. Sadly, I couldn't. Maybe I would never get the chance to. It just pained me to have so many unanswered questions.
Once we made it to my door, he opened it for me. I turned towards him, planting a kiss on his cheek before walking in. "Goodnight, dad."
He sent a smile before closing the door. I walked into the restroom again, shutting the door behind me. Immediately, I took out the burner phone. Valentino had sent me a text.
'We're coming in. Get out of the house.'
Fu*k. I had just gotten out of a stick situation, now I was going to have to put myself into another one. Slipping the phone back into my pocket, I walked out of my room. Slowly, I pulled open the door once again.
Thing two and another man were by my door. I'm pretty sure my father ordered them to make sure I didn't do any more snooping. My mind tried to figure out an outcome when my eyes trailed over to the window.
Quickly, I walked over to the windowsill. My eyes looked down to find that there was a roof that blocked the exit. So, I opened it and jumped down onto the roof.
As slow as possible to make sure I wouldn't fall, I gazed down from on top of the room to see nothing but floor. Luckily, I was only on top of the first floor.
"Oh, f*ck. Oh, fu*k," I called as I closed my eyes.
"Okay, listen to me my young little warrior. Mommy is about to do a very big scary jump. I need you to continue to fight. You can hate me as much as you want when you come out of my womb, but I'm not letting you die on me," I told my small belly.
Letting out a huge breath, I ran and jumped onto the ground. My body was tumbling as I fell onto the hard floor. I was sure that I fractured a finger as I landed on it wrong.
I knew that I had to shake off the pain. My eyes looked out towards my surroundings as I took in the fact that I was on the side of the house.
When I turned towards one of the windows in the house, my eyes caught sight of thing one speaking to my father. Quickly, I ducked into the bushes making sure that they couldn't see me. They seemed to have been having a serious conversation.
As low as I could be, I continued walking towards the front of the house. The sound of a gunshot didn't go unheard from me as I walked.
Finally, I made it to the front of the house where Valentino was waiting for me. He clapped his hands before calling me over to him. It felt like I could finally exhale as I made my way in front of him.
I watched as he handed me a gun. The second my hand made contact with the cool metal, my heartbeat seemed to exhilarate for the one millionth time today.
"You have one more task," he said, smirking mischievously. My eyebrows came together as he pointed towards something in front of me.
When I turned around, it was my father. There was hurt and betrayal written all over his face.
"It's time to for you to kill papa dearest."
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hello, hello, hello. good (morning/afternoon/night) to some of you beautiful people. here is another update. to those asking about how many chapters there are, i'm truly not sure. what i can say is that there is a couple more.
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