The Mafia Sacrifice

24

I sat in silence waiting for them to come into the house. Naturally, I would feel a little more positive about their visit but at this moment, negativity was all I could feel.

Nothing good would come out of this.

The front door opens as I hear foot steps trail from behind me. I have yet to turn my attention because I was afraid of two things; making myself look weak by crying or finally hearing the truth.

I continued looking the other way until someone clears their throat. I bring myself to a stance and wait a couple of seconds before I face them. Once I turn around, I see both of my 'parents' smiling at me.

The fucking audacity.

My 'mom' takes a small step forward as she stands behind the couch. "Hey sweetie, we missed y—," Mary, my 'mom' says just as I cut her off.

"Cut the shit," I say sternly as both of my 'parents' become confused as to why I said what I said. This is what I was afraid of; my feelings doing the talking.

"Don't you dare talk to your mother like that," Morley, my 'dad', yells at me as Damon's hand slips around my waist.

I scuff at the sound of his voice. Remembering I was once afraid of it in one point of my life. "You're fucking ridiculous."

"We gave you everything and this is how your repay us?" He asks.

"Gave me everything huh?" I question.

"Yeah," He responds. "I'd love to think that you would respect both your mother and father for that."

I felt everyone's eyes drift to me as I walk around the couch to stand in front of them. "She is not my fucking mother and you are not my fucking father either," I yell pointing in their faces.

Damon then puts his hand on my shoulder. "Amore. I see your upset, but it would probably be best if you deal with this privately." It was thoughtful in many ways but the truth had to come out. If I held it in any longer, I don't think I would be able to recover.

"You know I've dealt with your shit for 18 years and I'm sick of it. I've been raped," I pause as I feel my eyes swell up with tears. "Raped by someone I once called uncle. I've been lied too about everything. My whole life is a lie. You're not even my real parents, yet you treated me like shit," I yell as they stare at me blankly. "I've been kidnapped and beaten," I felt a single tear roll down my face.

"Sweetheart,  you know none of that is true. Just calm down so we can talk," Mary says gesturing me to sit. She overlooked all the heartless bullshit I've been through and tried to defend herself. You see?

Selfish.

"Shut up," I yell. "Shut the fuck up. You had 18 years to talk, I don't want to hear your stupid lies. I fucking hate what you guys did to me. I hate what you allowed to happen to me over the years. I hate you," I yell as I feel two hands rub my back. I look to the side only seeing Leah comforting me.

"But—," Mary tries to say before Damon cuts her off.

"Get out," Damon looks at me then back to Mary and Morley as they stand there. "Perhaps you want me to actually kill you?" Damon yells. "She doesn't want you here. Go." His voice echos being his last words.

They then turn and heads for the door, "Did he pay you?" I yell loud enough for them to hear. They look at me with fake ass confused faces. "Did he pay you?" I ask. Mary then nods her head, she opens her mouth to say something but I cut her off before she gets a chance, "If I ever see you again, I'll fucking kill you myself."