I should have worn a cardigan.
Over the month, the cold had only gotten worse than it was some weeks back. The raging storm makes it hard for physical classes to hold in the morning, which is an advantage to the students. I love attending classes—excluding morning classes. I’d rather the whole afternoon and evening attending classes than have a morning class.
I quiver in dread as I walk through the narrow street that leads to the shopping mall, the street was empty and only the distant music coming from the barbing shop can be heard from afar.
Both I and my roommate were running out of groceries and knowing how tight her schedule is, I offered to do the shopping alone. Actually, I am used to doing it alone; Sarah works as a part timer at the coffee shop heaps away from the college.
I should have been back at the dorm preparing for my eighteenth birthday. Actually, this is going to be the first birthday I would celebrate without the likes of my father and his friends—and it feels wholesome. It’s something I’ve been looking up to, being authorized and being able to make my own decisions. But then, I don’t ever think it will work for father.
Sometimes, I’d never consider him a father rather a guard that is only there to make things worse. With him, I never believe my life would ever be astounding. I wouldn’t say I hate him—but the more he shoves me to the fence, the more I feel like vanishing and never return.
I wish!
He’d find me—wherever I run off to. And I would get chastised for that.
I picked up my pace through the dark passage, hating myself more as I take that precise path. This is North American, the worse place for a normal human who doesn’t like to be involved in illicit comportment. It’s worse place for a woman my age or even older to be wandering around at that time or alone. A state dominated by the American-Italian mafia, a place of no mercy.
My father happens to be one of those Mafia front-runners, even though from my investigation, he is just building up his mafia empire from the scratch. Living under a mafia lord is not something I like but then I have no choice, it is my life and it is meant to be that way even though it mostly feels like hell having that kind of life.
Finally, I reached the huge pillar which behind it was the shopping mart. I once heard that the pillars were built for protection, but I never cared to find out more about it knowing how bad the city is.
“Hi,” I say as I waved my hand at the woman who works as the cashier. She happens to be a nice lady who would attend to you in a good manner and then offers you freebies. Sarah said never to trust anyone because they all live behind a mask. But I quote that maybe the woman might be different and exceptional.
“Jean,” she exclaimed as I come to her sight. “It’s so good to have you here again.” She added as she pulled me into a hug.
Not to my liking but I had to fall into her embrace. She is also among the people I trust in the city so far but only two knows of my actual identity. The more people know about me being a mafia lord’s daughter, the more risk I involve myself in.
I smiled at her. “Yeah.” It was the only thing I was able to mumble. I picked a cart and headed towards the aisles, the faster I get to it will determine when I leave this side of the city. I checked through my list to make sure I had gotten everything I needed, and then I remembered that I didn’t get the wine.
It would’ve been mind-numbing birthday party if I have forgotten the wines and beers. So, I got a small amount which will be enough for three people. Me, my boyfriend and Sarah. And that’s if her tight schedule allows her to stop by.
I paid off for the goods before leaving the premises. I stopped in track when I heard my name being called. I turned back to see the cashier woman running towards me. “Did I forget something?” I asked her as I look at her quizzically.
She nodded her head no before she handed me a wrap box. “Happy birthday Jean,” She said enthusiastically.
I was reluctant to get the gift. Firstly, I have no memories of telling her that my birthday was coming up and then today is not my birthday. I still have some hours to go before my birthday.“Don’t stress yourself trying to figure it out. I saw it on your F******k profile and since I won’t be able to attend the party tomorrow, I got you a gift.” She explained, a smile never left her face.
She handed me the gift when I didn’t seem to be ready to collect it and mumbled a thank you. It was actually so nice of her to get me a gift when she doesn’t have to. And then I like people that remember the little things in someone’s life. This time, I hastened my walk back to the dorm, it was getting late already and soon, Peter will make his appearance.
He had promised to check up on me when he is done with his classes. I met Peter some months back and I have to say, so far,he is the best thing that had ever happened to me after leaving far away from home.
He is so caring; he makes sure that I lack nothing and I’m continuously happy. At first, I had no purpose of dating him but Sarah gave me more than one thousand reasons to date him.
I heard some whispers behind me at the dorm gate but I paid no heed to it. To live longer in the town, you need to block your ears. I have been called this way countless times but I don’t pay attention to it. It will only waste my time and put in a hard situation.
In situations like that, I will only chant ‘I can do it’ to myself while I pick up my stride. It is the best thing to do—if you want to survive.
The house key jungled as I fidget to open it. My body was trembling due to the man whom I passed by the dorm gate. I heaved a sigh when I was inside the room and I made sure the door was locked. I can’t take any chances at this stage.
‘Hey love, I just got home. So, you can come over now.’
I pressed send, before I moved to load some of the groceries in the kitchen.
Our dorm room consists of two bedrooms each with a bathroom, a handy living room and a kitchen.
After putting everything away, I decided to bake some cupcakes for Peter and Sarah. As Peter said, you can never have a bad day after taking sweets, which is meant to be facts but I am not sure if he is correct.
Sometimes too much sweets causes harm to the body system and most of us don’t want to believe. I in particular never wanted to believe until I got admission into the nursing department and learnt about the harms of taking sugar.
I measured all the necessary ingredients which I will need for my cupcakes, making sure I used the right amount of sugar. I don’t want anyone to end up being sick on my birthday after taking in some amount sugar.
Putting them in the oven, I smiled before I headed to my room. My room is the definition of simple, it was painted black with a touch of gold and I placed some motivational stickers to keep me going for the days—it always works.
“I wonder when you will stop being childish.” That was Sarah’s words after I got the stickers. But no, I was not being childish. I was only following my heart and it made a right choice for me.
I slip out of my clothes and wrapped my towel around my chest, ambled into the shower, turning the head of the tap in process. I let the hot water cascade down my body, forgetting the fact about how hot it is. It washed away all the strain and weariness.
I know that by the time I leave the shower, there will be hot burns on my back that will need to be treated with ointment but then, I don’t really care. I’ve gone through vilest case scenario.
I hopped out of the shower after a couple of minutes. My phone chimed and I hurried to find it. The last time I used it, it was in my back pocket.
I located the phone, seeing the name Peter with a red heart emojiflashing. I smiled knowing he has arrived. I made my way to the front door as I dried my hair with a small towel.
“Hey,” I said softly the moment I open the door. I looked at his handsome face and my eyes instantly sparkled and my tummy stirred with butterflies. That’s how he makes me feel—just by his appearance.
He was leaning on the door frame. He wore a black shirt that hugged his body perfectly and a tight jean which was currently on his waist. Even though he was a slim as me, he still looked dead handsome in them.
Possibly, it’s the reason why I fall in love with him all over again everyday—his logic of dressing.
“Are you done checking me out?” He wiggled his brows, which I shaved a little after our truth or Dare game night. It was still funny whenever I remember the moment it happened. How did I even talk him into shaving most of his brows?
“Oh, you wish I was.” I rolled my eyes, feeling the side of my cheeks burning. I always reacted to his voice, especially when he gets me checking him out, just like now.
I locked the door back, before turning to see Peter had already offered himself a couch. “I will get dressed then meet you back here. I made food and some cupcakes.” I added the last part, hearing him groan.
He doesn’t have to say it but I know he hates my cupcakes. To him, it’s just plain with no icy or even some sugar to make it better.
Well, everything doesn’t have to go the way we want them to.
I returned back to the living room after I was much pleased with my dressing. I had myself dressed in a crop top, just stopped exactly at my navel and a mummy jean. I made sure to use the right amount of perfume as Peter wasn’t a fan of strong perfumes, and I choose to abide by that.“I am back.” I announced, running a hand through my hair. I met peter munching away on the food I prepared earlier while he uses his other hand to control the game pad. He nods his head without glancing my way. I put on all this energy to look good for nothing?I am starting to get used to things peter does out of the line; the thing about peter is that playing online games comes first. It was something I had to learn the hard way and I have so far gotten to it. I got a small amount which will be enough to feed my stomach and headed to refrigerator to get some wine and beer can for Peter—I wasn’t eighteen, I know, but I just can’t help it. “Can you help me with one please?” Peter asked.“Sure.” I replied
The hefty black iron gate opens as we approach it. We drove in and it took us about a minute or two to arrive at the main entrance of the house. I step out together with my father’s best man. Looking at the huge prison-like building I call home, it made me sick and upset—this is the first time I’ve ever felt distraught coming home.I don’t know the reason why my father summoned for me, but whatever the reason is, I just hope it’s not as ruthless as my guts is warning me about. I love my father, so much but sometimes I just wish I could change him. Sometimes I wish to just wake up and find myself in a different house. I don’t mind if my new home wouldn’t be as elegant and good looking as this house looks. I prefer peace of mind of wealth.As I walk in, my heart beats promptly—as though it’s going to drop out of its place. I don’t know what I’m going to walk myself into, I don’t know what my father has in mind, but whatever it is—I just know I’m going to hate it for the rest of my life
I should have ran away a long time ago, i hate my life, i hate my family, most especially I hate my dad, my father is too wicked and stone hearted to actually be the one who birthed me, i really wish it’s possible to be able to decide the kind of family I get to be born in. I’m in such a huge mess. “Jean,jean..open the door,let me in my darling daughter,please hear me out,” my mother shrugged as she kept knocking gently on my door. I had ran upstairs to my room, banged and locked my door right after my dad broke the news that’s about to ruin my entire life. I heard my mom’s teary voice behind my door but I ignored,I have no words to say to her, all my brain could process for me right now is to cry. My mom is too helpless, she is never allowed to make a decision in this family,now I’m sure this was the reason why she was arguing over the phone with my dad. She definitely disagreed with this opinion but when it comes to my dad, absolutely no one can tell him what to do or mak
I stood up from my bed and tiptoed towards my room door, i opened it carefully to be sure no one was coming, every where was clear and silent so i decided to park a little of my belongings and run away from my house, from my father who is always roaring at me like a lion, a father who sees his daughter as an object that can be controlled and be used as some bait go get what he wants. I zipped up my box after it was filled with a few amounts of clothes that I could need. I don’t know where I’m running to exactly but I just need to leave. I could go to Peter’s apartment,at least it would take a while for my parents to find me there. Jean opened her window carefully then threw her box down and she started climbing down her window using the tree branches that were close to her window. She has no idea that zayn was already walking into her father’s compound but she was too anxious to give the compound a second glance, all that was running through her mind at that instance was only
“Come have your seat,” Zayn said at the sight of Jean walking fast towards the table with a smile that looks extremely fake on her face. “Thanks,” I replied as I pulled the chair gently and sat down comfortably. I looked at my dad and it was impossible for my brain to compose the right words to use for him, how could be be this desperate,how could he about his daughter feelings, he looked away when he noticed my eyes staring at him intensely to make him a little bit uncomfortable and I did this on purpose. “Hope your boys are listening to your orders and ain’t giving you any sort of problems?,” Mr Walter asked Zayn as he broke the silence. “No, not at all, they listen to orders and carry out their duties perfectly, it’s not easy being the leader like you know well, I have to carry them along and ensure they have perfect skills for every operation that I ask them to carry out.” Zayn replied mr walters befire he took a spoonful in his mouth. I watched both of them discuss bu
The weather felt so cool this early Wednesday morning,I opened up my window to look at the beautiful sky since all I could do now was stare from my room window. Since I tried to escape from the house I’ve been grounded and barred from stepping out of the house. I’m forced to stay home and my only limit is to step out of the compound, it’s impossible to try to run away again because my dad doubled his security for my sake and they have their eyes on me, they are always watching me every move. It’s so tiring to be the daughter of a rich mafia lord, I’m not allowed to make certain decisions myself and fall in love with whoever my heart yearns for, the only advantage of being my dad’s daughter is that his is rich and can afford to get me whatever lifestyle of my choice, unfortunately there is more to life than just Luxury. Peter called me yesterday night before I fell asleep, he has gotten to know that i would be getting married to zayn soon, he is so sad but at this point in ti
“How and why would you refuse to eat with me, when did you start these silly attitudes of not eating alone without your parents,” my dad said as he barged into my room without knocking, I stared at him with so much anger in my heart, I really wish I was born into some other family and I have a different father, I don’t care if he is not as buoyant as my dad financially, so far I’ll be happy and also be able to make some vital decisions in my life, so far I will not be treated as some bait, so far I won’t be grounded because I was adamant to heed to whatever he wants, so far he will not want to trade my happiness for the success of whatever deal. “I’m sorry dad, I just felt headache that’s why I wanted to eat alone,” I said as I moved closer to my dad , I heard my mom running towards my room, she definitely knows what her husband is capable of whenever he gets angry, I decided to smile at him and pretend just so that I can find a way to leave this house for a while, I already know
I settled back to my room after my long beakfast with my beloved parents, I’m feel so elated, I’m happy that lines is beginning to suddenly fall into places for me, it seems like I’m beginning to see shinning lights at the end of this tunnel, my dad believes my scheme, he truly feels I’m now happy with being married to zayn, I have no choice currently,I would get married to him but I need to see the love of my life, I need to see pater to give him all of me, I want him to be the very first person to have sex with me, I want him to disvirgin me because I already promised him so I want to fulfil my promise. I layed in bed and my eyes rolled round the roof, My eyesights are probably tired of seeing this same thing repeatedly, since zayn caught me trying to escape after the dinner we all had together,I’ve been grounded, it feels so weird and annoying to be home all day, I can’t remember when last I’ve been given restrictions to go out by my parents, In Fact it has never happened, all