We went home, my mother was worried, as well as Eddie.
But one look at me and it was as if they knew. My cheek was still burning, and I was sure I would have a nasty mark, a bruise already forming.
My mother rushed to my side, Eddie taking his place next to our father.
"Meredith! Bring an ice pack," my mother ordered our maid. Meredith came with a bag of frozen green beans. My mother placed it upon my cheek, relieving the burning sensation I had. I stared into her eyes, I saw pity, anger, resentment, and shame.
Close to what I was feeling.
"Abe," my mother beckoned my father to follow her into his office. She handed Eddie the ice, and he sat next to me, placing it on my cheek.
There were murmurs then screams, coming from the office, all in a language I didn't understand, but that Eddie did.
He kept frowning, his facial expression changing a lot. I heard my name a few times, and I knew this was about what I had done.
Eddie got a call, it wasn't good because he got up, a pissed expression on his face.
He left me alone in the couch, pondering my life and my family.
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I wasn't allowed to leave the house, even if I was 18, I depended on the money Abe gave me. My cheek had a red mark, proof he had hit me. Things at home were tense, and suddenly there was a blood bath talk on the news, between two mobs, who were enemies. There were deaths all over L.A. men paying the price for a mistake.
I shook my head, disgusted at all this.
"Rose, do you need to pee now?" she was getting impatient, much like I was.
"No," I said. She let out a frustrated sigh.
"Here, drink more."
She gave another gallon of Sunny D, since water didn't seem to work on my bladder.
After five minutes of pacing around the room, my bladder felt like it was going to explode. Before I went into the bathroom Lissa placed the small test on my hand, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. But it wasn't working. I was too worried and afraid.
I went inside the bathroom, shutting the door quietly.
Five minutes later I came out, Lissa was pacing the floor. When I came out she looked up, "Well?"
I handed it to her, unable to believe this was happening to me.
She gasped, putting her hand over heart.
I slid down the wall, pulling my knees to my chest. This small stick has just decided my whole future.
And it didn't look promising.
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I was in denial, not wanting to admit this was true, hoping it would somehow all be a dream, but as I stood in front of the room, I knew it was all true. I sat down in my bed, tears falling down my cheeks.
I still had a a light bruise but it didn't hurt much, because the emotional pain I was in was worse than then the physical.
There was light knock on my door, and I wiped away my tears, sniffing.
"Come in," I croaked out. My father and brother came in, Eddie shutting the door.
"What's up?" I asked, crossing my legs, hoping they wouldn't notice I'd been crying.
"I think it's time for you to know," my dad said.
I frowned, confused now. "Know what?"
My brother came to sit next to me, placing a hand on my knee.
"We want you to know that we didn't tell you to protect you," Eddie's voice was soft.
I was starting to panic.
"Go on," I said.
None of them said anything for a few minutes, my father twisting his bear, and Eddie looking away from me.
I got up, walking across my room.
"I think this is the part where you tell me what you need to tell me," I was using my old snarkiness.
"You wanted to know the family business right?" my dad asked me.
I nodded.
"I'm a mob boss, your brother being second in command, one day taking over the family business," he spoke. At first I thought he was kidding, then I saw his face. He was being serious.
I'd grown up in a mob family.
Suddenly everything I knew, everything I believed in, hoped in, was lies.
I shook my head in denial, not wanting to believe my family was involved in this.
My brother. Sweet Eddie, no.
"Rose," Eddie started.
"Stay away," I whispered.
My words seemed to hurt him, but my pain was more.
Everything made since now, though.
The shootings...
The men...
... and the blood bath?
"The blood bath on the news?" I asked in a tiny voice.
"Between me and Belikov," my dad answered my fear.
"Because, because...of what Dimitri and I did?" I asked looking up from the floor.
He nodded, slightly, that I would have missed it had I not been looking closer. I banged my head against the wall.
"Out."
Both men complied, leaving me alone in my room.
I was terrified of my future, of my father, of my brother...of my mother.
Of what they were capable of.
It shouldn't be like this. It isn't normal, nor healthy to be horrified of your own family.
Questions started to pop in my mind.
My stomach was in knots, as I ran to the bathroom to empty its contents. I was disgusted; all those deaths because of me.
I let more tears roll, my life just kept getting worse.
I put on music, letting it blast off the walls, the volume as high as it would go. It helped drown my screams of frustration.
Now I wished I'd kept my mouth shut.
I now knew about the dark world my family revolved around.
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