Lahat ng Kabanata ng Memoires of a mafia princess: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

The sky outside was grey, as if it was the color of my current mood while the train I sat in drove fast as I just looked outside, ignoring the dirty looks I got from people around me since the train was full and I took two places because I had two boxes and three bags to take with me. Pretty sad, how all of my possessions could fit into two boxes and three bags, but that's my life, moving around and travelling light, never getting attached to anyone, never settling and making friends. What would be the use anyways? At this point in my life, I don't even try anymore since I know better. I know how much love can hurt now. I knew how to occupy myself and figured it was better this way. Well, allow me to explain, my father died when I was six, he was some maffia legend and my mother was left behind with me. two years later she got cancer, and although she survived, I was taken away from her to grow up in the system. Ever since my life has been hell, my last place was a three-and-a-half-h

The next morning I woke up, and the room was ice cold, I remembered Mitch giving me a ride home and my mother trying to hear me out as I drank with her while all I felt was sadness over how again she let me down. I remembered I was free for the first time in years, I had all the freedom I could want right now, all the freedom I never thought I'd ever had again since I was locked up in juvie. I came downstairs and my mother was watching a crime documentary, she loved to watch those and so did I. “Good morning honey, how was your first night as a free woman?” My mother wanted to know while her boyfriend read the paper next to her. “Good” I lied and continued watching. “Don't you need to eat something?” My mother continued talking. “Why? I'm not hungry.” She knew I was never hungry, I never cared much about my weight, I just didn't have the sensation of hunger very often. I was fine with eating something small twice a week, that's why my mother and I would have many discussions. “Ho

My heart was racing as I fled, Finding my way to the girl's bathroom. While I locked myself into one of the stalls I did what I came there to do and tried to calm myself down. What the hell did Pierce do here?The first time I saw Pierce was before I went to juvie, I was in a halfway house in Atlanta, a big city that never seemed to sleep. He was the attractive popular jock, in our first year in junior high already, I was the invisible nerd everyone avoided. I was fine with that, I'd have to leave anyway.I was secretly into him from the moment I looked into his eyes, and he was into me from that very same moment. No one understood how the popular guy could fall for the misfit, but he did, although I had rejected him the entire week, once we went home I never expected to arrive at school the next Monday with him waiting, a bouquet of red roses asking me to please give him one date, one chance.I said yes, the memories came back to me and I couldn't stop all the memories and feelings c

When the doorbell rang I opened the door while my mother was pouring herself another glass of whiskey. I opened the door to see not only Pierce, looking even better than he did this afternoon at school, and to my surprise, he had Mitch with him."I heard you host a party and didn't even invite me?" Mitch said as he gave me a dangerous smile, intimate, too intimate for how long and well I knew him leaving me to wonder if it was a dream. ''Well, I'm also sure Pierce was kind enough to inform you he is actually the one throwing the party,'' I said. ''That explains it all, also I got you a small present, I wasn't sure what kind of drink you liked so if you prefer something else, please be honest.'' Mitchell handed me a bottle of Woodford reserve, my favourite whiskey. ''This is actually my favourite,'' I told him honestly and accepted his gift. ''You really shouldn't have.'' I continued while admiring the bottle. ''I got some cheaper stuff for the party, don't worry this bottle is all