Secrets - A slave to my father

Chapter two

Ally’s POV

I looked around my room. 

My king-size bed covered in fuzzy pillows and blankets, my big panorama windows which hold a view over our entire backyard, and my walking-in closet that would be every girls’ dream… 

I know a lot of people who would love to have all of this. I probably would too If it wasn’t because of how my life actually was. 

To the outside world, I am a spoiled little rich girl. A daddy’s girl, who always did as she was told and behaves like a fine young lady. 

I have too, to remain on good terms with my father since his reputation is on the line. 

My father is a businessman, but not the typical one. His business is more like a cover-up, to what he is actually doing since it isn’t legal. 

He keeps track of shipments for a very powerful man. Alexander Demarco. He is the head of the Italian American mafia located here in New York. How my father came to work for such a man, I do not know just as well as I don’t know why a man like Alexander Demarco would hire a drunk and a gambler like my father. 

My father has no idea that I know any of this. Being the quiet daughter standing in the corner makes it very easy to pick up a thing or two. 

The Italian American Mafia has long dominated organized crime in the United States. He is the most feared man, and no one dares to defy him. I did my research after my father told me that we would attend his annual charity ball. The only time we ever talk together is when I’m being told to be on my best behavior because of an upcoming event or because we will have guests over.

The charity ball is tomorrow, and I must admit I’m a little nervous. I walked straight to my bathroom to get myself ready for bed. I got undressed and hopped in the shower. As the hot water hit my skin, I started to sing. 

“It's been a minute since I called you

Just to hear the answerphone

Yeah, I know that you won't get this

But I'll leave a message so I'm not alone

This morning I woke up still dreaming

With memories playing through my head

You'll never know how much I miss you

The day that they took you

I wish it was me instead

But you once told me "Don't give up

You can do it day by day"

And diamonds, they don't turn to dust or fade away

So I will keep you, day and night

Here until the day I die

I'll be living one life for the two of us

I will be the best of me

Always keep you next to me

I'll be living one life for the two of us

Even when I'm on my own

I know I won't be alone

Tattooed on my heart are the words of your favorite song

I know you'll be looking down

Swear I'm gonna make you proud

I'll be living one life for the two of us

I could feel your blood run through me

You're written in my DNA

Looking back in every mirror

I know you'll be waiting

I'll see you again

But you once told me "Don't give up

You can do it day by day"

And diamonds, they don't turn to dust or fade away

So I will keep you, day and night

Here until the day I die

I'll be living one life for the two of us

I will be the best of me

Always keep you next to me

I'll be living one life for the two of us

Even when I'm on my own

I know I won't be alone

Tattooed on my heart are the words of your favorite song

I know you'll be looking down

Swear I'm gonna make you proud

I'll be living one life for the two of us” 

I sighed as I finished the song. This song was one of my favorites… “Don’t give up, you can do it day by day.” And day by day, I will. One day I will be able to get out of here. I don’t know when and I don’t know how, but I will. 

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around me. I put my wet curly hair up in a bun and walked towards my closet. I went straight towards my nightgowns and put one on before climbing into my bed. I reached under my pillow and pulled out Mouse. Mouse is the teddy bear my mother gave me when I turned eight and also the only thing my dad didn’t get to take from me since I’ve been hiding it from him all this time. It’s impossible for me to sleep without him. I’m eighteen years old and I still sleep with a teddy bear. Childish, I know, but I need him.

As I tucked myself under the blankets, I could feel myself getting more and more nervous about tomorrow. Nothing good could come out of spending a day with my father.