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“No problem boss. I guess Monica, got jealous?”
I looked to the floor, thinking about the situation, no woman would ever threaten my princess again, ever.
Chapter 25
DANIELLA aka Layla
Laid on the bed scrunched up, not wishing to move a muscle. I had turned yesterday, into a pussy and all because I was riddled with what I saw that night when I was a girl. It flashed so many memories back to me. I didn’t even need to see Monica’s face to know how petrified she was, only should I be sympathetic when she held a knife to my throat?
My thoughts cast back.
Lost I was doing some reading, huddled in the summer room, losing all sense of what was going on around me. Trust me, that was the best way to be in this house, shut it out and it might go away. Only the sounds never did, so I used my headphones and that really did block out the evilness in these walls.
The music finished and all I could hear were loud voices outside the room. My heart started racing fearing it was someone else coming to meet their death. I jumped off the sofa and huddled in a corner. I put the volume up on the music, blasting my eardrums out and then covered my ears with my hands, not wishing to hear the horror that happened around this hell hole.
I tried to focus on the tune, I tried to not think about what was going on outside the room. All I could see was some man on his knees having his brains blasted out and his blood splattering all over the place and no one cared. No one cared that this man lost his life leaving possibly behind a girlfriend, wife, children, and debts. My heart sunk into the pit of my stomach, rocking back and forth wishing mamma was here. She had gone out with Paul, shopping.
Mamma had asked me whether I wished to go, only papa was insistent I didn’t. I threw a hissy fit, not that it did any good, what papa wanted he got.
I hated being stuck in this house and having a tutor come and educate me. I wanted to be like the other children and hang out, but no…my papa had to have a home education which pissed me off. No matter how many times I tried to argue with him, he gave me that look, and I would back off as I knew what his capabilities were, or at least get someone else to do the dirty work.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I hated this life. This evilness that I was surrounded by. All I saw was darkness, horror, and betrayal. I had nothing to be proud of, my life felt at times like its own ticking time bomb, and it was a matter of time before, I was kidnapped and used as a weapon to get to my papa’s corrupt world.
The music was doing its job, I couldn’t hear the commotion that had erupted outside the room, only now I feared when would I be able to leave the room without being seen.
I lifted my head to see my papa and his men standing before me. A look of horror clouded my papa’s face.
He moved closer to me and used his hand to scoot the men away. He kneeled before me. Not touching me. But was close enough for me to get the sense that something terrible had happened. His face said nothing, it never did, but then in the corner of his eye, a tear formed.
I pulled out my headphones anticipating what he was about to say or tell me.
My heart thumped against my ribcage. Paralyzed, waiting for his words to spill out.
“Sweetheart.” He never called me that. I gazed into his dark eyes not wishing him to come any closer to me. The only person I wanted right now was mamma she had answers for everything and gave me the strength to carry on and daydream this nightmare called my life away. If it hadn’t been for her, I would seriously be stuck in a deep pit with no hope of ever getting out.
I swallowed.
He nudged a tiny fraction nearer to me and I debated moving my legs closer into my chest as means of escape but decided not to. Just the thought of my papa being this close made my tummy curdle.
He reached his hand out to touch me. I retreated and moved my body back.
“I have some news for you, which is not good,” he spoke delicately.
I didn’t say anything, I didn’t need to.
“It’s regarding your mamma”
I held my breath. My tummy somersaulted and my heart froze when I suspected the words that were about to flow out of his nasty mouth. There was nothing nice about what he said. I swallowed and tried to pray what he was about to tell me was she hadn’t been hurt or kidnapped, as anyone other than my world would fall apart.
“Your mamma I am so sorry sweetheart.”
Now he was pissing me off by delaying what he had to say. I just needed him to tell me then I could deal in my own way.
“Your mamma” A tear escaped the corner of his eye. “I…this is hard.” I was shaking frantically and wished he would cut the bull. He came a little closer to me and placed his hand on my knee. I froze, I was certain I was about to freak out and go crazy like some wild animal, but I would wait. “Daniella…your mamma is dead.”
Those words still cut me, still implanted in my heart like a knife being penetrated. It took me days before I allowed papa to tell me exactly what happened and when he did, she had been ambushed. He never said by who, but I guessed why. My papa was to blame for my mamma’s death and of course to make the situation worse Paul was taken too.
Her funeral had been a daze, I don’t recall much other than once the ceremony was over, I went to my room, and it was there I stayed for weeks. I trusted no one. My world collapsed and I had no way of getting back the joy that once filled my life.
