Mafia Guard Loves the Daughter

6.5

6.5

Hated and Despised

Dieth

His first time with a normal family…

I hated her the moment I saw her.

Every time she breathed and moved I hated her. She didn’t know anything about the world, and somehow that earned my ire. She holds a kitchen knife and doesn’t know how to stab someone in the carotid in one swift motion. The shape of her cheeks means she has never starved to an inch of her life. All of these and more are reasons why I hated her.

Protect them.

The command had stopped me from showing any outward emotion. I kept the fake smiles and jovial façade. I don’t let them see what or who they’re truly living with.

On my first night with Rami and her daughter, I didn’t even bother to learn the daughter’s name, I didn’t sleep. The pictures and countless files about the house didn’t include a blueprint or the wall that separated the living room and kitchen. It wasn’t detailed enough to specify the pictures of them on the wall or the food they usually eat.

Names mattered less to me, especially the daughter Rami produced. A name I would learn later since the bottom line is far more important than semantics and technicalities like that.

Protect both of them.

I never saw the point of pictures on the walls or the many pieces of furniture that littered the house. The plants outside Rami’s house made less sense to me. What is the use of wasting your energy that would just become a burden? Plants and daughters. I know she knows what’s lurking in the dark for her, she wouldn’t have kept a two-barrel shotgun in the closet or a knife under the pillow.

She wouldn’t have left him if she didn’t know the dangers.

I couldn’t sleep.

The ticking wall clock was deafening to me. Rami made a makeshift bed for me on the couch and promised to figure something out tomorrow for me, the remnants of our dinner still lingered in the air. Still weighed in my stomach like a stone. My body isn’t accustomed to actually eating something so heavy. So frequent. So many.

“Hey”

Her voice was unsettling. A loud gong in the silence of the mountains.

“Yes?” I said with no malice, and with a polite and almost shy tone.

The daughter wasn’t stunted. She didn’t have the same look in her eyes as those I grew up with. Didn’t have the heavy ghost that haunted everyone that I knew. No fear because of a sheltered life and naïveté. I was the one who wielded a hammer to break children like her.

She smiled. Innocent and friendly. Long hair curled around her face to frame her face and her body. Her soul. “I guessed as much. You are here under strange circumstances.”

She was too young, I thought. Too young to say words like that. “Strange?”

“Different” she repeated as if I didn’t know the meaning. That ticked me. “But this is a good place. My mom is a good person.”

She started to move towards me, and I clutched onto every last shred of will inside me, as I knew what she was trying to do. She wants to be close. To be chummy. I can never be close with someone I despise as much as I do her.

But all thoughts were dashed when she didn’t come close to me, but walked towards the living room window, the largest window of the house. One that had plush seats and an incredibly clean glass and a seashell windchime inside the house.

“What are you doing?” I heard myself ask before I even knew I was going to.

She barely glanced at me as she replied. “Watching the stars. I couldn’t sleep either”

“Shouldn’t you be following a bedtime?”

She shook her head. Barely giving me the respect of meeting my eyes, the light of the moon made her eyes look glassy and ethereal. “Mom knows. It’s fine”

“…”

That made me hate her more. So, I forced myself to sleep so I could ignore her. Try to save up all of my patience to face her again tomorrow.