Marrying The Mafia Prince

Chapter 1

Hi my name is Gabby, I'm 19 and I live in my family home with just my dad. My dad and I don't have the best relationship, he was fine and the best dad anyone can have when my mum was around. Then it all went downhill. I remember I came back home from school, I walked into the house and usually mum would be sitting in her chair with a smile on her face ready to ask me the usual questions like "how was school" or "have you got any homework you need help with?".

That day she wasn't there I looked around called out for her but nothing no reply whatsoever. Being confused I called dad on the house phone as he was still at work. Dad answered by questioning me why I was calling him, I explained that mum wasn't at home. He left work straight away, he walked in the house and started to look around the house looked in the back yard as well. Then he went upstairs to their bedroom. I snuck up their after 5 minutes I peeked through the door and saw dad sitting on the bed tears in his eyes and holding a piece of paper.

From that moment he didn't talk to me for a long time, I tried to ask questions about where mum was but he would either get really angry or blank me and go to his room. The 2nd year of my mum 'disappearance' he lost his job which made him angrier and the beatings started. I have an abusive dad but if you didn't know that and you met me you wouldn't assume. In some way is good, because I hate people giving me sympathy.

Jump to now 5 years since mum has been gone I was in the middle of cleaning up when my dad came in from his afternoon drinking session down at the bar. I hate it when he comes home it makes me anxiety reach it limits, I was cleaning up the mess that he made by mums chair as he walks up behind me I can feel his breath on my neck making the hairs stand up.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING" he said right in my ear,

"I'm cleaning the MESS that YOU made by mums chair" raising my voice so he will understand most of the words while trying to back up to get some distance from him.

"I AM SO SICK OF YOU THINKING THAT YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, I AM YOUR FATHER REMEMBER THAT I AM NOT THE ONE THAT LEFT YOUR MOTHER DID THAT." While he was saying this he was starting to get closer to me. Every step he took towards me I took one back trying to put some distance between us.

I knew at this point that somehow I have pissed him off more which is not that hard as I repulse him just because I look like my mum apparently. All that I know is that I have to get out of here I can't run upstairs to my room as he has taken the door of my door so that I can't block the door like I used to do. He was not happy I could hear him breathing loader and loader like a tiger ready to pounce. Before I knew what to do or where to go him quickly turned around started walking towards the kitchen and going near the bread board were the knife was.

This is the time to run I can't do this anymore I my body can't take another scar to add to the rest that I have been given of the years. I bolt out of the door when he was making his way back to me.