I will try to write as many chapters as I can. I want to publish three a week. This story will probably be a long one. I will be away next week so please forgive the absence. This chapter will have implied dark themes.
Mike stood in the dark alley; he was alone and panting and the recent fight had somewhat shocked was almost as if another side of him took over when he heard that dirt bag disrespect his hands were wrapped tightly against an unwanted reminder of the event. and evidently it was actually two was his front tooth, and the other was the new gap that was placed behind it. Suddenly, a small light skinned boy with loving black eyes and short fine auburn hair approached Mike. "Marzio, You did it, I'm so proud of you." He said with a hug. "My big brother is a hero" He said as he looked up at his brother with a child's ignorance. "Ernesto," Mike began with a soft tone in his voice, "That fight was wrong, violence is wrong, and we'll never get out of here if we resort to violence like that, OK?" Although Mike was only 9 years old, the events in his short life had made him to grow up faster. "Listen to ya brother, Marzia, I'm real proud of ya, Ya ma woulda been too" A dark shadowy figure behind them slowly revealed himself, but there was no need. Mike knew who it was by his shrill smoke-stained voice. It was Giovanni, Mike and Ernesto's father. Giovanni had a strange habit of calling his son Marzia, the feminine version of his original name. Neighbors and friends coined it as a term of endearment but they found it quite odd that he didn't do the same with his other son Ernesto. Few had asked him why, and Giovanni pulling them aside would simply whisper. "Ya know that whore wife a mine, He coulda easily not have blood wit me, I mean look at that mop on his 'ead" This was far from the truth though. Mike's mother was an angel, and Ernesto was Giovanni's son. This was obvious. What was really going on was obvious. Yet the truth was more frightening, so many believed the lies. They couldn't help what was the truth?
"Time for pizza 'cuz of ma boy Marzia," Giovanni said with a slight tone of happiness. Mike found himself sitting in Pepe's Pizzas. It was a quaint 50's diner kind of joint. It of course was authentic Italian. Mike kept thinking of what had had to of done something, Mike was sure of probably paid Carlo a buck to start it, and then bet on him. That's why they were at Pepe's hardly did the bare essentials when it came to caring for his kids. His thoughts vanish as a large pizza with everything was placed in front of him. After that, they went home. If you could call it that. It was a tiny first floor slummed down apartment with broken things had one bathroom, a small kitchen/ dining room, and a fairly large living room/sleeping area. The whole place was made out of old dusty brown floorboards. The bathroom had green and yellow patterns, and the kitchen made up a table with a few kitchen appliances and then a small fold out table and matching chairs. Mike looked towards the wobbly table next to the small 20 year old TV. A tall woman with long dark straight hair and beautiful medium brown eyes was staring back at was in a red dress and her skin was a dark medium tone. This woman had wanted more than anything to become a Broadway actress. Instead she became a baker, and later she would die in childbirth four years ago with Ernesto. This was Bianca and this was Mike's looked at his mother and could only be reminded for himself, for he really did look like her. He looked backed at the dark, molded apartment. He looked back at his disgusting father wondering how his mother could ever love a monster like him. He really did miss his mother sometimes.
I hoped you enjoy. I will try to write another chapter tomorrow. Please R & R. -ItalianHorse
