My Princessa

Chapter 2

Rosabella's Pov

We landed in Italy 3 hours ago and we have been unpacking our stuff into our 3 bedroom apartment and by we l mean me because the rest of my family is sleeping because they are jet lagged. The servant will have to do the job who by the way is me, before we moved here we had maids and we lived in a big house but father gambled and lost our house so here we are.

"Get me a cup of coffee just like l like it stupid girl and don't make any mistakes l am already tired l don't have time for your mistakes and your nonsense" my father Ronan Rossi said as he strutted into the kitchen were l was trying to clean.

"Yes father"l replied looking down.

"I am not your father bastard"he said as he slapped me and left the kitchen holding my hurt cheek.

I closed my eyes and let the tears flow down my cheeks as l slid down and cried , l wasn't crying because of the pain in my cheak but because of the way my father looked at me the way he looked disgusted when l called him father.

"my my aren't you supposed to be making dad his coffee "my eldest sister who is 18 Valerie taunted as she and my second oldest sister Valencia stood on the kitchen door smiling.

"Tsk tsk tsk l wonder what dad will do if we tell him that you are still sitting here all relaxed " Valencia said as the burst out laughing.

Yes my sister's get to call him dad because they are his daughters even the resemblance is clear.

"Can l get you guys anything" l said as l stood up dryed my tears and started working on father's coffee.

"Yeah l want my clothes washed and ironed today"Valencia said.

"Mine too all of them because it was a long journey we wouldn't want them to have caught some dust" of course Valerie had to agree with her sometimes they act like twins except Valencia is 2 years younger than Valerie which makes her 16 year's old

"Can l do them tomorrow , l still have to clean the kitchen and the main bedroom also cook dinner"there's only so much a 13 year old can do but in this house they hardly care that l am still a child too.

"I said today sorrellina didn't l" Valerie glared at me menacingly while coming near me slowly and l took a few steps backward.

My sister's call me sorrellina in order to taunt me most of the time because they will never consider me their sister.

"I am sorry l'll do it " l said as a few tears slid down my cheek.

"Urg stop crying it just makes you more uglier than you alredy are"she said wearing a satisfied grin on her face.

I dried my tears as soon as they left finished making tea, then went to give father his tea in the study.

I cleaned the house ,cooked dinner and while they ate l washed my sister's clothes until it was almost midnight and after that l went back to clean the dishes while l ate some of the left overs because l am not supposed to eat anything without permission and cleaned the living room.

It was about 2 in the morning when l finished my work and took my small blanket and found a small corner to sleep in the kitchen.

I woke up with someone kicking me repeatedly and somehow I just knew it was my father because he woke up before me.

"Where is my morning coffee ragazza " he shouted as he continued kicking me and it hurt so much but that is the reason he did it anyway so that l get hury, so that l regret being born.

"I am sorry l'll make it right away"l said as a cried repeatedly asking him to stop hurting me.

"You are lucky that l don't want to have any blood on me on my first day or l would have made you pay now go make me that coffee quickly.

If being in a family means this much pain then why didn't you make me a orphan God ,why am l the one destined for so much pain ,why can't you just kill me than make me go through this pain everyday of my life, why why why.

After a little while l collected my self through all that pain and made my way to the kitchen and quickly made father's coffee and breakfast, he left soon after that l woke my sister's up for school, l never attended school because according to father it was a waste of time and money but the maid back in California were we lived used to teach me that's why l can read and write it's all thanks to them.

My mother left a while ago to meet some old friends while l was determined to find my father so l went to the main bedroom to find my bith certificate and voila l found it but they wasn't much on it except the hospital l was born in and that wouldn't exactly help me find my father ,so once again l reached a dead end.

After a while l decided to go for some sightseeing seeing that no one was at home

I walked around Rome for a while until it was almost dark and quite frankly l didn't remember my way back home until l bumped into a group of girls who looked my age but of course they were much bigger because l hardly look 13 ,l am shorter and skinner or should l say l am malnourished.

The one who fell down when she bumped into me looked furious as she stood up.

"Watch where you are going " the one l bumped to said sassily and she glared at me

"You should also watch where you are going though" l told her.

"And who do you think you are to talk back to me huh ,do you even know who you are talking to" she said angrily.

"Listen l am sorry but l have to go" l told her sincerely because if l didn't get home soon my father is going to kill me.

"No you wait for my brothers to get here l am going to ruin you" she said as she signalled her friends to stand on my way so l wouldn't pass l mean talk about dramatic because all l did was bump into her which is also her fault.

"Please l just want to go home l said sorry didn't l "

"Sorry isn't enough puttana" one of her friends said and the one l bumped into started dragging me to the cross the street and even though l was struggling she was obviously stronger than me.

Her friends stayed behind as she dragged me with her and as we were crossing we heard people yelling and when l looked forward a car was driving directly towards us.