Trapped With The Beastly Mafia.

Chapter2

Alessia POV

Present day

I stood in front of the mirror, glancing at the reflection of myself, a sudden wave of sorrow washed over me. I smoothen the black, simple yet elegant dress, the one that reflects a color of tribute for this occasion. My eyes were faint and weak. The one that used to be full of life and brightness is now replaced with pain and tears with a swollen eye circle, a constant reminder of the emotional turmoil that I have endured.

As I turned to leave, I took one last glance at myself; the dress that seemed elegant a moment ago suddenly appeared dull and mournful, reminding me of my loss. Sighing heavily, I left my room.

It was another time of the year when I would be visiting my parent's grave. For the past four years, it has been a journey of a rollercoaster, a whirlwind of sorrow, an ever-ending one.

Unlike the previous years, this one felt a bit more difficult, more pains that I felt with a burdened heart, the one that had refused to believe that the dead were gone, constantly reminding me of those days when our laughter filled the whole of the house.

But today seems like a goodbye, more broken because I will be visiting for the last time. I have come to accept they are gone, even though that was the hardest decision I ever made all my life.

“The dead cannot be brought back, so the living must continue to live on.” That was my conclusion as I wore this black dress.

Most times, my thoughts drifted back to the stranger's voice, “at least you're alive.” Was he the killer or was he my savior?

I watched the black car that came to pick me up, properly parked before me. I couldn't fight the tears anymore, realizing this would be the actual last time. I glanced at the sky, blinking my eyes severally, wishing the heavens could just let this phase pass me by.

“Are you ready?” Uncle Marco's voice came from behind.

I glanced at him with a weak smile on my face and nodded my head in response to yes.

He patted me on the back before proceeding to get the door for me and I slid into the back seat.

As we drove on the street, leading to the cemetery home. I rested my head on the car window, staring at the flowers-white roses which were seated next to me.

I remember the first time I got my mother flowers; she was so happy. I could see the inner girlie in her, and that made me want to continue to give her more flowers, but unfortunately, the second time happened in her cemetery.

“Les”, Marco's voice collided into my thoughts.

I sniffed, sucking in the tears that were already falling.

“Do you want me to come with you?” He further asked, his face held with pity.

“Not this time. I just want a quiet time alone with them,” I responded and flashed him a smile, the one that showed that I was handling it pretty well.

As I walked close to where they laid, each passing air felt like a chill of cold on my skin. My knee suddenly went weak as I struggled with each step.

On the right was my Father resting, while on the left was my mother. I stood in front as I stared at both cemeteries for a few moments.

“Hello, Daddy, hello Mommy,” I gently bowed my head. “How are you- both -doing?” my voice shaking at this point. “As for me- tears filled my eyes, my voice now lower and cracked than I could imagine. I took a deep breath and raised my eyes up, allowing the cold breeze to wash the tears away before I continued. “I am -doing -okay” I finally said and flashed a smile across my face.

I sat in the little space between them. I cleaned up the leaves and wrinkled flowers in each graveyard.

“Dad, Mom,” I gently caressed the cemetery as I continued, “It's been four years, and it still feels like yesterday. Your voices and laughter still echo in my head every second. I miss you both, too much. I know I'm supposed to be strong but it's been really hard on me. I'm still stuck in grief, unable to move on. I was waiting, thinking one day, you both will knock on my door to tell me it's been a dream all along but the more I wait, the more I realize you both are really gone.

“I'm trying to move beyond the past because I know it's what you want for me” I said to both their graves. I paused. My eyes scanned at the grave like I was expecting some answers. I took a deep breath realizing I would never get one.

“I have been holding up to this pain for a long time but I think it is time to let go. It is time to face the reality of this harsh world. It is time for me to go search for Mia” I felt a different sharp pain in my heart at the mention of her name. My voice broke into tears but I continued regardless. “No matter how much I waited, it doesn't seem like she is returning. I need to find her! I need to know what happened that night!”

The thought from that night flooded my head again, it was hard trying to place the puzzle together. I found my dad and Mom in the pool of blood but Mia was missing.

The thought has me feeling dejected. I could see the trail of blood to the entrance like someone was being dragged out of their will.

Not only did they murder my family, but they also took my one and only sister, either dead or alive, “I will find her! No matter how much it might cost me, either in blood or water, I will find her! I promise,” I murmured, tears streaming down my eyes uncontrollably.

I picked up the white handkerchief I had kept in my bag, just for a moment like this. I buried my face on my leg, soaking it with my tears, and after a while, I glanced up to see Uncle Marco standing in front of me.

He placed a hand on my shoulder and gently patted it. I smiled a bit, feeling a little better, and then glimpsed at my dad again.

“Guess who is here with me?” I said, smiling. “Your best friend, Dad. Just like the previous years, he came to see you again.” I stole a glance at Uncle Marco, who was smiling in return, and then continued.

“You sure left me in safe hands and you have nothing to worry about.” I said to his grave.

One of the only things left after my family was my uncle Marco. I have been holding up pretty well thanks to him. Marco lives in Italy and still makes sure he comes at this time of the day every year. He has tried to talk me into moving to Italy with him which was abortive because I have been waiting unto the hold memories and pain.

It took me time to realize life doesn't work that way.

“I need to go out into that world, find the f*****g bastards who did this to my family, the only reason I'm still breathing.” I said while I gazed up to Uncle Marco, looking him directly in the eye.

As we left the graveyard, I saw a man from the corner of my eyes, no doubt he was wat

ching me. His face masked, but his gaze had me shivering down to my spine.