Escape from breaking

Chapter 7

My family was wealthy. My father was the head of the Italian mafia, while my mother used to stay at home and take care of me. My father ensured our safety by hiding his family from the mafia world.

I lived with my mom most of the time, while my Dad visited whenever he was around. He used to call me through skype and send me gifts. He made sure my birthdays were celebrated.

Mom tried talking him into quitting, but he could not buy any of it. He had been trained throughout his childhood in the mafia world and had worked very hard to attain the position he was in.

He claimed to have alot of enemies, and family was a weakness. The only way for us to be safe was his death.

Everything changed on 5th June nine years ago when I was with Mum in the piano room playing to her my favorite song that I had written.

She received a phone call from an unknown number.

"Am I talking to Mrs kade?"

"yes, Mrs kade on the line. How may I help you?"

"You need to come to Cali hospital. Your husband has undergone a road accident and is in terrible condition.

He asked us to call this number. Be here as soon as possible."

The line then went dead. Tears flowed down moms eyes as she screamed. The pain I saw in her eyes will never leave my mind. I was eight years old when it happened but the memory remained fresh.

I felt scared and ran to my room. I did not understand at that time what was happening.

Mum did not waste much time. She followed me to my room and gave me a tight hug. That too was the last time mom hugged me.

She whispered soothing words to my ear as she took her car keys and rushed us to the hospital. She exceeded the speed limit and ignored traffic lights.

We arrived at the hospital when we saw dad heavily bandaged in a life supporting machine. Mum fainted or so I thought. After a few hours, the doctors confirmed my mother dead due to heart attack.

My dad recovered after about six months and took away his pain using drugs.

He sniffed cocaine, smoked cigarettes and took alcohol. He became more addicted to them quicker than I thought. I was left to deal with life cruelly.

I was forced to learn how to cook and clean at a younger age. I did not know any other family apart from my parents. No one had ever visited us. Reason to this was because mafia world was dangerous to mom and I. I turned to skin and bones due to malnutrition.

He sold drugs in our house. Some of his customers tried to harass me sexually but they did not get an opportunity to. He no longer paid attention to me and that hurt the most.

He acted like he was the only one who had lost a wife but I had lost a mother too. My once loving and caring father slowly turned into a monster.

He released his pain by burning my skin with his cigarettes. He said my screams eased the pain in his heart because I was the course of mom's death.

He denyed me meals. That is when I realized I had lost both my mom and Dad.

Italian Mafia crumbled when Dad stopped being the leader. There businesses were taken away by Russians and no one fought for them. All the money saved up was used in drugs

Two years later my father introduced me to a lady named bella. She was a lovely caring woman. I was glad to have a motherly figure around. I was mad at first because he replaced mom but later warmed up to her.

Bella took me to school and cared for me. She gained my trust real quick before I knew it. I guess she knew how to play her game. She was able to stop my father's hostility towards me.

After a few months, we relocated to a new neighborhood. This was the worst decision ever made. Dave had drained all the money in Bella's account and had sold our house. We now lived in a smaller house.

After he accomplished his mission, he started abusing bella.

I hid in my room closing my ears every night they fought.

she stopped taking me to school and I had to walk alone.

One day I came from school and found Dave's figure towering over Bella's body. I cringed at the sight in front of me. No Child my age should be subjected to such a scene.

Tubes were inserted through Bella's nose as she inhaled a particular white substance. Dave was injecting her with a colorless liquid and her eyes were red.

Dave's eyes snapped to my face when he realized I was observing them. He gave me a disgusting look he is used to giving bella.

"Get the f**k out of my face before I do something you will regret."

My eyes got glassy as I turned in my heels and ran to my room. I locked the door and talked myself into forgetting what I just saw.

The next day police officers came home and declared Bella's death due to a drug overdose.

Dave's crappy story of coming home this morning to this was listened to.

I wanted to tell them everything but Dave had threatened me the night before.

"If you tell anyone what you just saw I will cut your fingers one by one and feed you with it."

I almost s**t my pants at his tone and sealed my lips shut.

My bubbly little self disappeared since then.

I never spoke a single word to anyone. After that day he started abusing me. The only reason he could not kill me was because I will bring him money in future. I did not understand that statement at first but a few years later I did.

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Opening up and telling Andy a part of my story was emotionally draining. I felt relieved as I finished talking and waited for his reaction.

I was scared because he would see me as pathetic and not believe me. Maybe it was a bad idea to open up.

The look on Andys' face was that of fury. He looked like he was about to kill someone. My heart raced as I saw it—the disgusting look.

He got up from the seat beside the bed and left the room, slamming the door shut.