Mafia Guard Loves the Daughter

4.5

4.5

Define a Family

Dieth

I was never given warmth. I didn’t understand the concept for the longest time even when I grew conscious of what I’m truly doing. My training was a game to me, it was taught to me in that way. The moment I learned how to walk and talk I was taught a game. Hold the knife and thrust it with my whole body. Then more aspects were added to the game. More “tools” and “goals”

Before I know it, the shroud of it being a game was taken. The innocence of what I did was taken as I shone the light of what it was. But then what? I knew what I was doing and still did it anyway. I didn’t like the warmth of blood. I didn’t like the gasping and desperation that came with it, but what I did like was the fear. The total power you have on someone who’s close to dying. Someone you know you could take, and that’s what I decided to be. Someone who takes what is mine and keeps it.

Rami was strange. The first thing she did when she looked at me wasn’t fear or rage, but pity. I knew the look. I was given that sentiment often, but what came next rattled me. She embraced me the first day I was in her home. Her daughter was at school, and I had just been dropped off by him.

“I don’t know what you’ve been through or where you come from, but the moment you enter my family. You’re someone else now. Anyone who you want to be, and I’d support you” Her breath tickled my scalp. She wasn’t that strong, but there was some otherworldly strength in her embrace that I couldn’t break out of.

“We’re going to be a family” She smiled with the utmost trust on the word.

Family, I thought. I had no notion of what it was as I only had overseers and teachers ever since I landed on the establishment’s porch. But I pretended and acted. One of the many teachings of the establishment.

“Oh, here comes my daughter.”

Her daughter came in the front door. My back is still facing her, but I could already read her. Her careless abandon in opening the door without having to look sideways or her heavy footsteps that could rattle a whole building without being conscious of what lies inside. She’s a normal girl.

“Mom?” Her voice is unremarkable. Forgettable. I have heard prettier and melodic voices that talked like they were singing.

“Ehryl” Rami said her name like one of many of her favorite songs.

I turn.

My whole world turn dark at the sight of her. The face that I have hated was facing me. She is the daughter of someone I hated, with someone I would learn to care for. But at that time I didn’t know it yet. She was just a normal girl.

Just a girl.