Page 60 of Mila: The Godfather
Oh, no…
I’m in deep.
So deep that I’m not sure if I did the right thing.
Because somehow, I feel like friend-zoning the man I plan to marry will come back to bite me in the butt sooner rather than later.
Of that, I have no doubt.
Riagan’s Secret Thoughts
My future wife just friend-zone the fuck out of me.
Who would have thought that I would have to compete for her affection with my damn self? I sure the fuck didn’t.
Darkness Within
KADRA
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star…” I sing softly to my little sister, Mila, trying to soothe her discomfort. “How I wonder where you are.” My baby sister shakes uncontrollably in my arms while we try to escape the sad reality of our world.
Nothing helps. Not really.
But I try with all my might to give her something when she’s been deprived of so much.
Comfort.
Love.
Understanding.
She’s getting older now, and that means she wanders by herself when she feels lonely and trapped inside the four walls of her room. Most kids her age have every kind of toy in the market, pretty clothes and a room fit for a little princess, but not her.
Not my Mila.
My Mila has only known white walls and a cold room. Nothing that shows a little girl with the biggest heart lives there. A little girl who is so smart and so kind.
Since the moment she came into this world, our father has been trying to erase her existence by shoving her in the shadows, and yet my sweet, sweet sister has always had a blinding smile on her face and a kind word, even when her heart has been broken time and time again.
Tonight, she wandered off in her blue pajamas with her favorite book in hand, searching for someone to read it to her. She’s smart for her age, but there are still words she doesn’t comprehend.
Before she could find me or Arianna, she found our nightmare instead.
Our father.
“Arianna…” Mila whimpers and points her tiny finger at our sister’s door.
“Shhhh, stelina. It’ll be alright.” I rock her tiny body, wishing someone would take her away from here, even if it broke my heart to watch her leave. I truly believe God made a mistake when he chose this family for her. We don’t deserve her. People who are rotten don’t deserve her pure heart.
She deserves better.
She always has.
I push her curls out of her face and notice tears staining her chubby cheeks. The bruises on her neck are starting to show. Bruises to match my own.
“Sing this song, stelina. Sing it when the world gets too loud or when you feel scared.” I whisper.
Sing the damn song when someone is unkind or when you get hurt. I want to say, but I don’t. I keep that to myself. There is no doubt that she will face great obstacles when she grows older. I promise to slay every monster that tries to hurt her, but what if I’m not here? What if she finds herself all alone in this world? What then?
