To Love Thy Enemy

I stepped out the plane and stretched my arms, man it felt good to be back in the states. I grinned and pushed my sunglasses up as my grandfather Godfrey called for me "Catalina, we must go child." I stepped down the stairs and walked over to my grandfather "It feels good to be back Poppa" My old grandfather smiled at me "I strive to make you happy my dear child." I stepped into the limo and sat back getting comfortable. I guess I should introduce myself, my grandfather would tell me I was being rude if I didn't. My name is Catalina Russo, I'm turning 18 in 4 days. I spent the majority of my life in Catania a city off the east coast of Sicily, Italy. But was born in San Francisco. My father died when I was 7 and my grandfather took me in and moved me away to keep me safe. My mother and I don't have much communication with each other and have been estranged since I moved away, she only came around when to tell me happy birthday. It's really just been me and my grandfather since. My grandfather always said I took after my father with raven black hair, big and bright green eyes. I'm Italian from my fathers side, and white and Russian from my mothers side. My father was born and raised in Texas, and moved away when he went to college and met my mother Victoria, who at the time already had a daughter and was working her way up the ladder. Some may say that my father was just another stepping stone for her. My grandfather after years of begging has given me permission to move back too Texas with him and attend college, as long as I follow the rules that he has given me, and keep around the bodyguard. God who wants to walk around with a--. My thoughts were cut off by my grandfather "Catalina are you listening to me at all?" I looked up from my thoughts and smiled "I'm so sorry Poppa, I always let my mind get to wondering." He smiled at me "I was stating that we will be staying out at the winery." I nodded my head and looked out the window as we headed towards home. I sat back and closed my eyes, it's been so long since I've been back here. I don't think I'm going to know how to act. Well within my Poppa's wishes anyway, follow the rules so I don't get sent back home. Rules are as followed. 1. Stay out of his business affairs, 2. No partying. (Don't know if I'm going to manage that) 3. No fighting or creating attention to myself. 4. Keep up on my studies. 5.Keep my bodyguard around me. The fact that I needed a guard was what I didn't to much care for, but I was ready to be back. going to school in the fall and wondering who my Poppa was going to have guard me. I leaned my arm against the door and laid my chin on it and stared out the window.