Forever and Always

C H A P T E R 3

Talia's POV-

I sat at the police station waiting in shock, I'm finally seeing my family again. I mean I hope they're not expecting the happy little girl I once was. I know I was only 2 when I was left but I was clever for my age and I have a photographic memory so I remember a bit of my past, mainly the abuse from my mum but I also wanting nothing but to play with my toys and my laugh. God I've not laughed in a few years obviously, I've laughed I may have look cold but I have a sense of humour at least but I mean a real laugh, the kind where you can't breathe I remember the last time I properly laughed.

I had two best friends Serenity and Asher, I call them Ni and Ash, we spent almost every second of every day with them we were basically joint at the hip. They got adopted three years ago by the same family and I haven't seen them since. On the day that they left they were running at me so fast that they both just completely face planted the floor, I swear I almost wet myself I was laughing so much. They made my pain go away, they would patch up the wounds that my foster houses had given me, they would help me do simple tasks when I was depressed like showering and cleaning my room. They were the reason I had to live. And then they were gone, as simple as that. It was at that point that I had stopped living and it became surviving. I spoke to no one, I kept my head down and loaded myself up with work, I went on a three-month killing spree, no one was innocent it was like a cocktail of rapists, abusers, thieves. I had local gangs add up a list of people they wanted dead, I picked out the bad ones and they were dead the same day. I miss them so much.

I was brought out of my own head by Rachel wafting her hand in front of my face, "your father is here babe." She told me. "Oh okay, let me grab my bag I'll be ready in a minute. But thank you. For everything." I truthfully blurted out. "I'm just doing my job hun"                                                             "Yeah but you've been nice to me, I've been treated a lot worse in my lifetime and it's refreshing to meet someone like you."                                                                                                                                              "Well, in that case, you're welcome sweet."  We continued to walk in a comfortable silence as we made our way to the front desk. There I saw an older male officer and a man with his back facing us. He slowly turned around and our eyes met. It's the guy from my meeting. My father is the ex don of the Italian mafia. And he knows I'm the 'Angel of Death' and so does who I'm assuming to be my brother? "I- um hi, again?" were the words I managed to form. His eyes widened as he studied me, he's trying to find something in my eyes. Jokes on him I died on the inside a long time ago, the only thing he may find in there is a mini-me flipping him off.  Clearly, he saw my empty eyes as he looked at me with, sadness? guilt? regret maybe? or a mix of them all, but that was all hidden when he greeted me with a cheesy grin. His 6"3 self engulfed me in a hug, and that ladies and gents is when I froze. I hate, I cannot stress the word HATE enough, physical contact. "I've missed you Principessa."                                                                                                                        "Uhhhh yeah you too, and I really don't want to sound rude but do you mind backing up a bit I just don't like physical contact. From anyone." Except for my two favourite people.  He looked disappointed but seemed to understand and he backed up. "Sorry about that, I've just missed you amore mio. We all have." I just hummed in response, he may be my father but that doesn't mean I have to trust him right off the bat.

We sat in the car in silence before I spoke up. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell my other brothers about who I am. I'd like to keep it from them for now until I know I can trust them enough to tell them. I mean I know the other dude who was there knows but if you could talk to him about it that'd be nice."                                                                                                                                                                        "Of course angelo (angel). But they're your brothers, you can trust them."                                          "I understand why you would think that but I had to learn the hard way to find out that even the people closest to you can hurt you. And that's just not something that I am willing to go through again. I can't take any more bullshitting and lies." I was rambling, I stopped myself before I told him anymore, he made me feel safe. I hate that. He's just going to get fed up with me and send me away. Everyone else seems to do that. Uhhhhh I hate feeling all sorry for myself. I have to buy a new car. My cars. "Oh my God I forgot but can we get my cars transported. Please." I had a warehouse that I stored all my cars in so that the fosters wouldn't find out how loaded I am. "Of course love, do you want to stop at your house first?" He asked me. "Yeah, if that's okay?"                "That's fine love." We slipped into a comfortable silence, although I could tell that he wanted to ask me so many questions I just was not ready to answer them. We pulled up to the house. "Whatever you do, do not leave this car, do not enter that house. Understood?" He just nodded. "mmmm nope I need you to promise me you will not leave this car."  he huffed in annoyance, probably at the fact that I could read his mind "I promise I will not leave this car." Okay now that's been sorted I need to get my stuff as fast as I can and get the hell out of there.

I open the door that has a cracked paint job, there's smashed beer bottles all over the floor that he had smashed over my head, baggies filled with all kinds of drugs scattered about the living room and even an untouched line of coke and a credit card sat on the kitchen counter. I close the door behind me so that incase my dear father does come in I'll at least be aware he is here. I run up the stairs and to my room which is just a small room with a matress is the corner and a smashed up set of drawers that got broke when I was fighting Dave off of me, I shuddered at the memories, I didn't have much here, I kept most of my stuff at warehouses and just got it delivered my one of my men when I needed it. I packed all my stuff into my Nike back pack and made sure to put my weapons at the bottom, I only had these delivered here when I got taken to the police station how my men got them past the police I don't know but I just wanted some protection with me and I didn't want my men coming to my new house and risk them getting caught. I cut open my matress and took out 300,000 dollars in cash incase i wanted to disappear without a trace. I ran back downstairs as fast ass my legs could possibly take me, and I can say that I will definitely never fucking miss this place.

"So long fuckers".              

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N- I have a feeling that the format may be a bit muddled up, I tried to fix it but I am very stressed and very wound up at the minute that I would probably have broken my laptop so I left it.

Thank you for reading and thank you for 100 and almost 200 reads it may not seem like much to others but considering that this is the first time I've attempted writing anything ever and to even get 10 views is amazing to me so thank you to the people who have read and also those who have voted it means a lot. Anyways,

                                        See you in the next chapter my lovelies, K