Un Camino A Casa Novels & Stories

It was as if the universe had orchestrated their meeting, weaving a tapestry of destiny that unfolded with each step they took together. Their journey led them to a clear path, almost like a road. Just off the path, you could see the shape of a house bathed in sunlight, nestled among tall oak and pine trees. Looking closer, it wasn't just one cabin; there were several, some close to each other and some farther into the distance. John couldn't hide his astonishment and blurted out, "What's all this?" Darius, with a warm smile, responded, "Welcome to Wildwood Haven, John."

She sounded confused. I get down from the car, turn to her side, open the door and unbuckle her seat belt. “We are home”. I take her hand to lead her out of the car towards the gate. I open it to a beautiful view that always takes my breath away. “Welcome to casa della famiglia Rafe “ THE huge mansion stood majestically. It was surrounded by large trees at the back that stood like guards protecting the mansion. There was a fountain in the front with the statue of an angel in it. Little flowers lined the walkway leading up to the house

MATTEO The loud bang rocked the house and her scream pieced the air. What a drama queen! "You're about twenty feet away from the damage, Camille," I snapped once I slid into my car and started to drive out. Frankie and Johnny rushed out of the house, aiming their guns at my car but they did not dare open fire. It was bad enough to shoot at a Russo but it was worse if that Russo was me. Glaring at the pussies from the rearview mirror, I made it out of the house and raced into the road, drifting through cars and almost causing an accident.

With each day, I felt my heart grow lighter. Without even realizing it, this journey had begun to change me. On the day I returned, I decided to take out my SIM card. After breaking it in two, I tossed the pieces into the trash and replaced it with a new one. As I walked into my neighborhood, I spotted Mason leaning against his car, with Jackson standing next to him.

His heart clenched, as if an invisible hand had reached inside and squeezed until he couldn’t breathe. He had always assumed that I was just throwing a small tantrum, that I would calm down in a few days. He thought I wouldn’t leave him, that I would wait for him to settle things with the Camorra. Never did he imagine that I would actually walk away without saying goodbye, leaving behind just a key and a note. He sprinted to his car, fumbling with the ignition. His hands shook so hard that he didn’t even fasten his seatbelt before hitting the gas. He ran through two red lights on the way, the scenery outside blurring past.

The smell of food drifted faintly through the house. I stepped out and went to the kitchen. "What are you spacing out for? Wash your hands and eat." My mother set a bowl of hot soup on the table and looked at me with gentle eyes. "Okay." I kept my head down and quietly scooped some food. My father, sipping his liquor, asked casually, "Everything go alright on the road? You probably ran into some folks from our village on the bus, didn't you? They went to the market today and should've been heading back."

I was so insistent on holding onto what has never belonged to me. When I came around once more, the narrow road behind me was already filled with traffic. I had no time to lose. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of Francis. "Francis, it's all my fault, but my father is innocent. Can you please clear a path and send him to the hospital?" I prostrated myself and bowed to the ground in front of him, baffling the other surrounding drivers. "My father has lost consciousness due to a cerebral hemorrhage. His life is at stake! I'm begging you, only you have such powers!"

But now, both of us crossing into our thirties, being together again felt like finding our childhood selves. The road into the village had already been paved. A few scattered tourists were taking photos and checking in along the way. I thought about the huge sum that had just landed in my account and wondered where best to invest it. Before I finished thinking, we arrived home. Grandma came out smiling. I hugged her and cried hard in her arms. She patted my back and said, "My girl, don't cry. I can live another hundred years." I nodded. "This time, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay with you."

I saw a house that looked like my cousin's house, I drove closer and it was my cousin's house. I parked in front of their house and ambled towards their house to my surprise the door wasn't locked, “Ava, Papa bear, Serena, Mama bear,” I called out their names, and no one answered, I thought to myself maybe they went out or something but the door being open is what I couldn't understand, seeing I already had a place to rest my head for the night I felt tired. I went out and released the trigger of the hand bomb, threw it inside the car and ran fast. In seconds it blew the car up and I was satisfied because Vincenzo might track me there's a lot he is capable of doing.

Only I don’t tell my aunt and uncle just yet. I hoped they will not be upset. Cam was tidying his papers as he was looking at me before he waggled his eyebrows. I smiled as I know what that means. It means that we will be going home and Cam will show one thousand and one other way for his wickedness. I shivered by thinking it. We were out of the library and I went to the subway as Cam was taking the sub as well. We came to the campus and return home that way. It would be less suspicious if we were in public transportation.