Hating The Mafia King

etched into my mind, never fading away. It's still as clear and impactful as it was back then, still a part of me. The heavy rain poured down, washing away the dust from the wi

ia king, I was always kept hidden from the world. My name was heard, but my face was never seen. But today, everything was about to change. It was my sixteenth birthday and as they say, the sixtee

stretches across my face, and I turn away from the window, where raindrops are falling. Just as I pivot to face the door, it swings o

ot my dad's. Being blonde just wouldn't have

peculiar how the water washes away all the dirt, but it leaves a subtle hint of it on the leaves. They never quite get

ing a seat next to me. She glances at the ra

an't help but smile back at her, feeling a sense of validation. My mom is right, I've always had a fondness for wo

years. "Although I may not have an answer to your question but I do know that dirt never fully wa

and smart for the world. Mom takes a moment to look at me, her eye

es in my stunning makeover. "Wow!" she exclaims, her vo

voice filled with su

and nostalgia. She leans in, planting a soft kiss on my forehead and gently caressing my face wit

t to reflect on her words before I reply, "But you know what? No matter how old I get, I'll always be your little gi

for me. My mom and I have this special bond that can't be broken. I wasn't like other kids, never

he embrace, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I've got something specia

She takes my hand and leads me towards the mirror. With utmost care, she places the tiara on my head. At that momen

r as she turns me around to face her. "It belongs to you no

y face instantly ligh

ve the tiara I've been dreaming of. I thought it would take me forever to get and it seems like it did....

embrace. Pulling away, she looks at me with a knowing smile. "Y

. He gave me all I ever wanted and this tiara was one of them. I wanted him to see me wearing his family's tiara. He had bee

d really strange but I did bother to look into it as I was very excited about my party. I made my way to the last

pping into a gla

, dressed in luxurious linens and adorned with exquisite floral arrangements, added an extra touch of beauty. It was absolutely stunning. The room was fill

ne?" She looked back at me with a concerned expression and replied, "I'm not sure, bu

Mom to come back I decided to look around which I wish I didn't because the moment I took a few steps ahead my gaze met up with an eye - watching me eye-wide as if blinking wasn't a thing. M

uld have been the second traumatizing thing that night. Fear grips my chest as I stare at the head, and I gu

She says

You have to leave," she explains, her voice filled with fear. "Wha

afening gunshot shatters the stillness. In that instant, the truth dawns upon me like a lightning bo

hat." "You can and you will," She insists, her eyes filled with determination. "This is not a choice Delilah,

f our emotions. "I am not leaving you and Dad... what about him?" I manage to say, my voice choked with tears. "Everyone is gone, Delilah.

u," I sniffle, my voice

ve to stay here. It's the only way to keep you safe. They're after me, not you. S

he believes is best for us but I just can't see myself leaving her. "No, Mom, I can't. I just

ice filled with a mix of determination and love. I c

ps grows louder, sending shivers down my spine. "I-" I try to protest, but she cuts me off, quickly wiping away my tears and planting a tender kiss on my forehead. "I love y

was never my choice, but I had no other option. I took off my tiara and handed it to her, a symbol of how much I would miss her. "I love yo

rds the back door. Just as I reached it, ready to close it behind me, a gunshot pierced the air. "Mom!" I gasped,

s every pump accentuates and speeds up. My heart breaks into pieces as I w

ory is etched in my mind, replaying the scene of that teenager, gripping a gun probably for the first time, callously shooting my mom without a hint of remorse on his face. I then heard Mom's piercing scream, and my heart raced faster

eartbreak of a parent. She always says that she would rather die than watch anythin

I didn't just lose my family or my house but I lost everything. I was never going to Delilah again, I was never going to be Mafia princess again. I knew I had to find my path, to g