Bring the Mafia King Home

Chapter 1

Have you imagine your life living without your mother? Have you ever imagine what's life after your mother or the only family you have is gone?

It's like walking in the day broad light but you can't see anymore.

Life...

I remember when I was a five years old, life it's not easy but it was bearable because my mother was with me that time, and the life after she left was the time I feel life always been tormenting. It was easier to give up the moment she left. Life was become more gray the moment she's no longer beside me.

It was a bad faith. It was a bad journey to continue walking but I don't have the choice but to accept that she's gone and the only thing she left with me is that I am her daughter. It's been twelve years that my mother left but I could still look back the years I was with her like as if it was just yesterday.

My mother's cousin took me to their home after Mom's burial. Tito Dito was my mom's cousin. He has a wife and a three daughters. I thought I could find a complete family but I just wish I have known life better before I met them.

If my mother knew what's life I would be living to her cousin's hand she would rather let me sleep in the street than to live under Tito's roof. They took me and it feels like I have to be responsible for them for the rest of my life until they die, even I till I die of working hard for their gambling and to take full service for them. Being grateful is different from asking payment of the things they have done.

I've been the one who's working for them. After a week of staying in Tito's Dito's roof after he took me home, I learn to wash the dishes or even do the laundry. Tita Mildred teach me to do that even I don't really understood it well. I was young, and naive. I remember when I was with my mother she never let my hands get wet by washing the dishes or even got dirt by cleaning. I was covered with blanket under a cold rainy day or in a hot summer sun.

I was treated like a princess to my mother and I do understand that I was treated differently in Tito's house because I wasn't their family. I did not come to Tita's Mildred womb and I'm only sharing the blood being relative to Tito Dito.

I occupy the abandoned room, which is next to the kitchen. It was a smaller place where there are abandoned clothes and a room with an abandoned washing machine. It went well. Even though the roof would constantly leak and my room would experience rain as a result, it was fine to live because at least I have a room. I'm more beyond grateful the fact that they thoughtfully took me to their house because I don't have a place to live. I therefore don't have the right to object, refuse, or object to their request.

But, what if I leave and flee? I might not have put up with everything. I would end the suffering. Although I don't have a family or a place to reside, it would still better than living in the roof where you were just an outcast... a slave.

Although I'm grateful, I was also unable to hold it in. I'm only a person. I'm experiencing life's anguish and exhaustion, and I'm sick to death of going to work every day. My pay sometimes wasn't enough to cover living expenses; instead, Tito used the money to gamble.

I'm making a lot of effort. I work anywhere. I had nothing to eat when I got home from work, so I had to prepare and clean for them. Even worse, they act as though I'm not even a member of their family. their maid is all. They are spiritually and physically exhausting.

Do I have to work extremely hard and lose all of my strength in order to provide money for their gambling? Is that something I'm responsible for?

If they had treated me fairly, or even with mercy, I would have been happy to serve them, but they did not. They took me so they could have someone to handle their daily life and household responsibilities so they wouldn't have to raise themselves.

They took me so that I could raise them.

I only have to worry about myself if I go. I have time to take care of myself as well. I mean, I've been living alone for twelve years now. Even though I'm seventeen, I can't recall anything I did for myself. I've been working for them even I neglected myself for them or I don't remember the thing I bought something for myself.

It was tiring... and right now I decided to leave.

I awoke in the middle of the night intending to leave, but when I quietly opened the door outside, Tita Mildred was there standing.

Tita locked her gaze on me. Her eyes were fixed to the bags I brought, while mine dropped to the plastic bags she bought.

Tita Mildred asked with a menacing tone, "Where are you going?" She advances a step. Because of her icy glares, I was terrified. I moved backwards.

In the kind of situation like this, I was alone. No one is there to fight or defend for me.

"You're leaving?" She gives me a mad look. Her hands were already trembling badly.

I could hear Dianne's high-pitched voice asking, "Mom? Are you there?" I tighten my grip on my baggage.

I heard the door open.

"Have you brought the food I requested? I'll wake Ashanti to prepare it- shit." She cursed when her eyes met mine. Her eyes slowly went down to my bags, and she already knew it.

She pretend to be shock. "Oh, where are you going?" She asked, and laugh.

Then the doors open once more.

"What's the matter?" I heard her sisters asked.

Dianne uttered angrily, "The ungrateful b***h is running away," which is why Agatha and Cynthia eyes rushed over to me.

Great, the other version of the evil stepmother and stepsisters.

Dianne had two more years on me. Cynthia is seventeen years old, I was seventeen, Dianne was eighteen, Agatha is the youngest sister and a year younger than Cynthia.

Tita Mildred cleared her throat.

"Cook this food I brought, Ashanti." She approached me and handed me a plastic bag, which I declined. She gave me an irritated expression.

Tita Mildred admonished, putting the plastic bags to my breast, "Don't be so hard headed, Ashanti."

I refused to take it.

"I'm very grateful for what you have done-

She slapped my head to the paper bags she brought, and I was unable to continue.

"Thank you for taking me home. I've been repaying it for almost twelve years. And I will never forget, and soon repay you more." I said, softly. Even I don't have any memories that we ate together, we laugh together or they cared for me.

"T-tita, I have a request for my birthday... please let me leave." I begged,

It would be harder to leave if Tito Dito was here. I should leave right now.

Tita laugh.

"You thought you'd be able to survive without a place to stay?" She asked , mocking me.

I know but it be better like that. She looks at me like she wanted to slap me again, but she was holding her anger. I could see her gave reddened and the vein on her neck are showing, madly.

She pointed to the river and yelled, "And you think you can escape like that if you leave this door? How? Swim the river?!" Don't be an i***t, Ashanti. "You can drown in just three minutes of swimming. You would rather die in hunger than drown and become the food of the fish in that river."

Tita Mildred pushes my hand away as I try to hold it.

"Don't give me a reason to hurt you," she warned.

I pleaded with her, "T-Tita... please," but her hand was the one to answer. She gave me a heavy slap.

My head was moved to the right side, and saw her daughters behind. They are not even shock. They were smirking whole looking at me.

If I was their mother, I would be disappointed.

"You are not even grateful." Tita said. I moved ky eyes to her, and saw that she's so angry.

"I took you when you were five years old, and now that you've been with me for almost twelve years, you're running away from your duties here. Is it too much to ask for your little help-

"Tita, no! You're not looking for help, Tita "I cut her off.

"Since I was five years old, I have always done the laundry. The laundry of your daughter! Your own laundry as well as your husband's! I've been taking care of the housework. I'm also the one who's working here. "I said, exhausted, wiping away the tears from my left eye.

"Even when I'm sick, you wake me up to work! To do this! To do that! Can't your girls do that? Dianne is even stronger than me! Your daughters can do a tiny, simple, basic home chores—But they chose to lay all day, and they even took the money I save for my birthday—"

I bit my lips when she slapped me, again.

" Do you think, Ashanti, that I would let my child do the dishes while you are here?

That's the problem, Tita. I have to raise you all since you took me into your family, but is it too much to ask that you treat me well?

I pointed to her three girls.

"I do your projects and homework. I do ironing, I have to cook, to massage you. Are you all that lazy and heartless?"

It's the first time I've spoken out loud like this. This is the first time I've ever burst out in such a way, but I won't feel bad about it.

"I do your homework! Your projects!" I said pointing to her three daughters. This is the first time that I raise my voice like and say this. This is the very first time I burst like this,but I won't regret for shouting and bursting out like this.

Dianne stepped forward.

I shouted so loudly that Dianne stopped coming toward me, "All of your allowance comes from my

hard work! "What's the news? I'm leaving all of you, then crawl like a turtle! I'm leaving so you can understand how difficult it is to work all night and still do the home tasks for this family, and how it feels to work hard for a family that isn't even appreciative for what I've done! I don't want to say this because I'm still grateful that you all took me in, but you're all too much!"

I looked away and wiped the tears.

" You.... are... too... much. " I whispered.

Dianne went infront of me.

She yanked my hair and said, "You're not leaving; your life is not yours; you don't have the right to decide for yourself. Do you think you'd leave it like that? Hell no!

I remarked, "Do you think I wasn't ready? " I knew I wouldn't get out of here unscathed, but this time, I wasn't going to let anyone treat me like trash. Instead of just having the black eye, I would much rather have the chance to fight back and defend myself.

In order to stop Dianne from slapping me, I grabbed her hair tight down. She screamed in pain. I give her a stomach punch before she could attack me again. I was trying to choke her while sitting her in the stomach.

Dianne glanced behind me.

She yelled to her sisters, "What the hell are you looking at bitches? Help me!"

That's when I can feel their hands on my hair at that point.

Cynthia grabbed my hair and yelled, "Stop hurting our older sister! They force me to the ground. I give them an angry look. They were even afraid to approach me, but I kicked them with my foot before they could reach out to smack me, causing them to fall. I could hear their agonizing groans.

I got up. didn't even give a damn that the bag was all over the floor. Tita Mildred moved ahead of me. She is directly looking at me, but when I extend my hand, she closed her eyes and my heart crumpled.

I froze as I caught a glimpse of Tita Mildred's face. I sighed and dropped my hands down. I look at her with drained eyes.

I muttered, "Thank you for raising me, even if I can't recall a time when you treated me well.

I could hear Dianne's scratchy voice screamed, "You think you could leave like this b***h?!

I felt her hand on my hair before I had a chance to turn around, and she tugged it so hard that I was thrown into the table.

I writhe in agony. My entire bone structure felt like it was being torn apart when I closed my eyes. My back hurts from being struck against the table, and I can feel it. I was unable to even move. At my back, I could still feel the table.

When Cynthia returned, she was carrying a pitcher of water. Before I could open my eyes, I felt their feet all over my body as she flashed the water. After striking me for some minutes, I heard the doors open.

Everyone came to a halt.

"D-Dad..." I heard Agatha's scared voice.

I know he would not be able to help me. I'm not even hoping for that. Blood is thicker than water, but his mercy cannot be broken by my blood. The first day, Tito Dito was kind, but the next week, things start to alter as if their scales have already been taken off.

Tito Dito quietly questioned, "What happened?"

Tita Mildred said, "Your ungrateful niece wanted to leave, and we stopped her, but she wounded us first, and that's what she got for being so ungrateful."

I opened my eyes.

I pushed my eyes open. They were watching me. I didn't say anything because it had always been like this, but I was pleading for his help in my eyes.

He averted his gaze.

"You should punch her dad!" Dianne exclaimed. "She punch and grab my hair dad because she wanted to leave, but we couldn't allow her."

"Just let her go. She'll be back tomorrow. How would she be able to leave? Swim the river?

Tita Mildred clutch her hands to Tito's arm.

"That's what I said honey." She grinned as she gave me a look. "I already said that I rather be die in hungry hungry than become fish food in that river."

Tito Dito ignored me and said, "Let her go. Dianne bring a plate. I brought your favorite food. It's my fortunate day since I won, and I don't want to sour it." He then went straight to their room. after he give the plastic to Dianne.

"Daddy~"

Agatha murmured, following Tito Dito into the room.

I was hoping for a miracle even though I knew there was no way I could escape. A miracle, yet there is none.

"Just stay here and be a good niece to us. You can't leave. You have no family," Tita Mildred said

as she followed her husband.

Dianne tapped my shoulder and said, "Stop fantasizing. You can't escape this place."

Cynthia went after to her.

It's been so strange. It's sound envy and pitiful watching them. Tito's family in the table while smiling. That the space that I couldn't touch.

Dianne glance back at me.She winks her eyes and smirks.

I averted my gaze.

Happy Birthday, Self...

... and I walk a way while hugging myself.