Twisted

HEY GUYS :)

SO... Here's another book!

Here is the confession.. all the books I've promised are going badly. It's not because of writers block or anything, I have really clear ideas in my head but when I go to write it... I just can't? I don't know if you've ever experienced this or if it's even a thing, I might just be crazy.

Anyway, apologies as they will take longer but now to this book, It's another Germangie one! This idea came to me and the minute I did I got out my computer and began to write and BAM! - I LOVED IT!

Sorry for not posting too, but now that this is started I'll be posting more :) Anyway- Let us begin...

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'In a world where roles are reversed, will the outcome always be the same?'

I smiled as Violetta skipped out of the studio.

"Angie, I can't believe it! That rehersal was perfect!"

I had to smile, she is so full of life.

"One day Violetta, I can see you being just like your mother, you'll teach in that studio and you'll feel alive."

Violetta smiled. I know she loves to hear about her mother.

Violetta's mother Maria died in a car crash on the way to one of my shows when Violetta was 5. She worked at the studio that Violetta attends before she died. That's one of the many reasons I enrolled her at the school, so she can be closer to her mother. I know that would be what Maria wanted.

I always regret Maria's death, she was on her way to my show when she died and I regret that immensely. My career was going well but the moment Maria died, I gave it up to care for Violetta. Maybe I wouldn't have had to if her father would have cared for her, but he didn't.

I still do the occasional performance, but they are always private and each one gives us enough money to live happily in our villa. It's a gorgeous estate that we've lived in since Violetta came into my care. Our company at home is our maid and cook Olga and her husband Ramallo. I thought being a mother was easy but I really struggled to raise Violetta so I hired Olga to do the work whilst I spent more time with Violetta. I'm glad I did, because it meant Violetta and I have a brilliant relationship and we love having Olga and Ramallo around. They're family.

We arrive home rather quickly and as we walk through the door, we are greeted by Ramallo as usual. He's a rather formal person when you first meet him, but once you've charmed your way into his heart, he's such a softie.

He loves Olga with all his heart.

He love me like a sister.

He loves Violetta like a father.

Like a father. The only father figure she has since that coward walked out on her. I won't speak of him though, it only makes me bitter.

Ramallo embraced Violetta as I headed for my office, but he quickly joined me.

"Angie, I just thought I'd pop in and give you the news that Patrick left us today, he won't be working here anymore."

I sighed, patrick has been our gardener for 8 years. He comes every Tuesday and Saturday to work on the plants or teach Violetta about them. He's family to me.

"Why didn't he come speak to me?" I say, more sadly then anything else.

"He said if he did, he'd break down in front of you. Angie, he has lukemia."

I almost broke down myself. The man was 56. He should be enjoying his last few years of work before retirement. I'm the only person who employs him for his work now because others fired him for being to slow because of his arthritus. I understand it's a struggle for him so that's why he comes twice a week and not more, I'd insist on less but he insists the opposite. He breaks me easily, he's like a grandfather figure, or in my case, an elderly father.

"Well, we need to continue his pay then." I said immediately, "He's family and we won't let him go through this alone. I realise he's probably left so we are not pulled into the situation and I respect his decision but we can still support him finacially as our one way to show continuos support."

Ramallo nods, "You are always far to kind Angie, I don't know how, but you always make light of any situation. How do you do it?"

I shook my head in disbelief, "Evil people have made me appreciate kindness more Ramallo, the darkness they bring to life could consume us if we don't respond and my reply to darkness is light."

Ramallo leaned down and kissed my forehead, "I know. I'm surrounded by your light everyday."

I had to smile.

"I'll get Olga to tell you when dinner is ready, but for now, consider shining that light elsewhere."

I was confused until Ramallo glanced at a peice of paper on the desk. I quickly snatched it up and began to read.

This was brilliant.