MAFIA

***ISABELLA'S P.O.V*** I was sitting on the broken couch when I heard banging on my door. Who the hell is here now? I avoid that KNOCK. I don't want to see anyone. They will come up with the obvious question of how I am and, I don't want that sympathy from anyone. After a while of knocking, the sound stopped. They learn that I am least interested in meeting anyone. I close my eyes in resemblance of my mother when I hear door breaking, my eyes open instantly as the sound reaches my ear Who is here? I put my legs down and stepped off the couch in fear. Who are the people who killed my mother? I took the vase on the table and slowly stepped down the stairs. My heartbeat was fast. I was scared, but whoever they are, I want to see them. I reached down and saw an old man standing and said around him "I know Isabella, you are there." I was shocked at how he knew my name. With all the courage I had, I went in front of him and went down the saliva. "Who are you? Are you here to kill me?" I asked him if he wanted me dead rather than do it. But I would not die from fear. The man came and touched me. I closed my eyes in fear, but instead of hitting me, he moved his hand on my head. I opened my eyes in fear and saw him smiling. What is it he didn't hurt me? Why? "A father can never hurt his daughter." when he said that, I blacked out in shock. He is what he is. My no no, that can't happen. Mom said that he had died. How come he? She lied, but why? If she didn't know who he was, I took a few steps back from him. " My father is dead." I told him, but if he is actually my father, then I don't know. "I know Bella told you that I am dead because she didn't want me to be a part of your life." tears formed in. My father's eyes "Why do I trust you?" he smiled as a man came forward and gave him a letter. He gave me that letter. "Read it. Isabella." I took the letter from him and read it. It's mom's handwriting. Tears formed in my eyes. I looked at him. It proves that he is my father. But why did that? I gave him the letter back. "Please come with me, Isabella. I know you have questions, but this is not the place where I can answer." I them knew and followed him behind. I came out of the house holding my stuff and that included only my mother's photo frame. As I came out, my car was lined up to see who he really was. I followed him behind and settled down in the same car as he was. The whole ride to the house, sorry mansion, was quiet. I am also speechless by this who is living in such a massive place. I have just lived my whole life in a one-bedroom kitchen house and what is it? The car stopped, a man came and opened the door. I stepped down and my eyes couldn't believe this "Let's go daughter." I looked at him and went inside, following him. 7 we went inside. I just could not believe my eyes. What the hell is this am I? On some kind of movie set, a lady came with hate in her eyes for me. "So you brought her here." She told Dad who she was. "She is my daughter Olibia. She will live here." I am confused about what's going on and to make it more complicated for me, that one more person will come. "Dad is turned Isabella." I turned as I heard Dad and my name. A beautiful girl came wearing all the branded stuff. I have never had one, Dad. I looked at him and then at her. She came and hugged me. "I am so glad to see you." as she pulled from the hug, I saw her closely. I smiled at her. She was sweet. "I wish I could say the same, but I don't know who you are." she smiled at them. She looked at Dad and then me. "I am your half sister Alena, I am 2 months you get than you." my smile fades 2month younger What does that mean? Who is the other lady? "And I am his wife and Christopher. There is no place for an illegitimate child in my house." Illeguminate child me. It means he is married to this lady. My mom, what is all this? "You are right. I don't belong here." I said, as I didn't know what else to say. I can't say that this is my home, my place, because this is not and never it. Alena was brought up here. It's hers. I don't know why he brought me here. "No one is going anywhere, Alena, could you please show Isabella her room? So, she could rest." he said, looking at Isabella. She smiled at me and took me with her. I went with her. She took me to a big massive room. "So, this is your room, big sister, and, yes, one more thing, please don't mind what mom says she just sometimes acts like, and if you need anything, then just let me know bye." "Bye." Alena is very sweet. She accepted me with an open heart, but what Olivia said was right. I am an illegitimate child. My parents were not married to each other. I went inside the bathroom with tears in my eyes. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why, just why did it happen? My father, my half-sister, my stepmother, everyone of us are on the same roof. I don't blame her for anything, seeing her husband's child affairs must be hard. I came back to the room, I sat on the bed's edge. I took a deep breath and admired the beauty of the room, beautiful, but just for a few days then I would be gone. This place is not where I belong. I will love my life as I used to be this time without mom. I will be perfectly fine with it. I wiped my tears and lay down on the bed. I fall asleep while crying. "Mom" I heard myself screaming in the dream. I woke up with fear. I was all sweaty, then I realised that it was all a dream. Just a dream. That's it. Please relax, Isabella, relax, you will be good. TO BE CONTINUED....