Synopsis: What is it going to be, hmm? You or them? Life or death? Which choice will you make?
A/N: While I've been writing in my spare time over the last few months, this is one of the few things I’ve actually completed and I feel so good. I can't wait to get back to writing in the next few weeks. Things are finally getting to a good place and I can't be any happier :)
Warnings: Mentions of violence, intended death, implied sexual acts - the nonconsensual type, name calling and just typical asshole parents who will do whatever for power~
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“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” - Anaïs Nin
An army.
You literally have an entire fucking army standing directly behind you with your husband at your side fingers intertwined with your own, as you face down the people who were once your only family.
You didn't want this. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, but you had no choice.
It was either you or them.
At one point in time you would've - hell you had given up everything for them; granted you didn’t have had a choice back then - but now? Now it was a completely different story.
You finally had all the power.
You finally had a choice.
You were finally free.
But the price for your freedom is a steep one. It isn’t something that you can simply pay for with money or even jewels. Oh no this had to be paid with something far more valuable than that. Money was useless in the matter of your freedom - your life.
It was finally time to save yourself and live. And unfortunately for you to live, they had to die.
They have to pay the price.
Your parents for all intents and purposes had to die for you to live, and while you wished things were different, this was no Disney movie or fairy tail, this is your life and these were the cards you were dealt.
So it was finally time to make the most of what you had and do what needed to be done for yourself.
“So that’s it, huh? That’s why you did this? THIS IS WHY YOU BETRAYED YOUR FAMILY? FOR A FALSE SENSE OF PURPOSE AND WHAT? LOVE?!? YOU SELFISH LITTLE BITCH!”
Your father's voice booms in the open space and for a moment you can feel yourself take a step back in fear before his hand, his large warm hand squeezes yours in a show of support & comfort making you halt in your movements and look up at him despite the situation you found yourself in.
‘I got you.’
He doesn't have to say it outloud. His eyes say it all. They always have. He’s never been one for many words, just a lot of action whether in a show of aggression or comfort.
Looking into his eyes, you search them for what you need. You knew you were safe but still… Old habits die hard.
He looks back at you for a moment before giving you that smile. The one you've come to love so much. The one that makes you feel like the only girl in the world.
“They can't hurt you here. This isn't their territory, it’s ours - yours.”
This time he does speak out loud, voicing the words you need to hear; to reassure you that you are truly and utterly safe with him.
Ours.
‘You and me. No one else. They don't matter. Nothing matters but you and me and this moment. This is the moment we let go of our pasts and build towards our future.’
His words, his vows, float in your mind whispering into your soul and caressing your heart reminding you of the promises you made to each other that night under a blanket of stars and the glow of the moon.
That feeling - this feeling of utter love helps you to remember the things you swore you’d accomplish together to build towards the future you both wanted.
You never take your eyes off of him as you reply to your father and in correlation to your mother as well, who is as usual standing by his side with nothing but a sneer decorating her face.
“I didn't betray you, because I was never one of you. I was never a part of your family. If you've taught me anything it's that blood doesn't make you family and the only person you should care about in this life is yourself. I was nothing more than a pawn. You don't love me. You've never loved me. You proved that to me the night you sold me to that man … the man that hurt me, that broke me. When I needed you the most, you let me down. You turned your goddamn back on me for money and power. So now I’ll turn my back on you for my freedom and to see you fall victim to what I thought would kill me - helplessness.”
“You're weak y/n. So fucking weak. Even with my blood flowing through your veins you are still so goddamn weak! This isn't a fairy tale. Nothing in this world is free. Love and comfort? Ha, those things don't exist in this world of ours. This is the mafia. It's cutthroat. It's in your face and it's not for the faint of heart. What I did, I had to. Our livelihood depended on it. Now you’ve doomed us all. He will kill all of us because of your stupid mistake.”
“Not us. Just you.”
Your voice rings out loud and clear despite the mention of the man that your father sold you to. You want to throw up. You feel sick. But you wont show it, not now anyway.
You turn your eyes on your father as he looks around once before sweeping his eyes over your husband then yourself.
You’ve never seen this look he’s giving you but you don't need glasses to help you see his anxiety at your words.
Seeing that, seeing his fear at what was yet to come brings a strange feeling unto your body. You’ve never felt anything like this, but the way it makes you feel..
In all your years on this earth, you’ve never felt this. You’ve never been in control. Fear, anger, helplessness and plenty of sadness accompanied you throughout your life thus far. You’ve seen your father in many lights throughout those years but never like this. This was foreign to you but you welcomed the sight, the feeling. It intrigues yet frightens you in a twisted and maniacal way but you welcome it with wide open arms.
You now had all the power, and your parents? Well they have absolutely nothing and that makes you very very well, happy.
“I hope you didn't think I’d bring you here to try and save you or better yet stay by your side in these final hours as a “family” and cry about how sorry I am; about how weak I am. You thought I’d make that type of sacrifice for you when you’ve never done it for me?”
“You have to understand y/n everything we did, we did it for you. You might not see it but we did. We just wanted our family to be the most powerful, the strongest for your sake.”
“There you go. Always with the fucking excuses. Do you think I’m that fucking stupid, hmm? Do you think I’m really that weak to think that you two, the lowest pieces of shit I’ve ever met give a damn about me? You only care about yourselves! None of this was for me bu-”
“Y/N we are still your parents no matter what happens and you will respect that!”
Her voice, nausally and sharp rings out making you stop and just stare her down.
You just stare at her, really taking in her form and appearance truly for the first time and blanch. How could you have thought this creature loved you despite her harsh treatment and attitude towards you?
At one point you honestly believed that your mom cared about you; loved you. You wanted to believe so badly that she fought for you even though your brain and heart said otherwise. You wanted to believe despite her harsh actions towards you, you really did. But reality is a hard pill to swallow and looking at her now you can see the pure hatred she has for you ruining their chance at eternal wealth and power. You just cost them everything.
At one point in time you believed it was your duty to sacrifice yourself for the greater good; their wants because you had no choice and also that's what a “good daughter” would do. But then he, the man you truly loved with every inch of your being changed that. He showed you that despite what anyone said you were worth something. You were worth real love and deserved to live your life even if those around you said otherwise.
“Just because you birthed me doesn't mean shit, not anymore. Just because you two are my parents doesnt mean shit to me. Just because we share the same blood, doesn't mean I owe you anything. But I'll give you this. I’ll tell you why you're here.
I just wanted you to see me one last time before you die. I just wanted you to see that the little girl you tried to hold down and break wasn't so breakable after all. I'm far smarter than you ever gave me credit for and I just played you for the fucking fools you are. In the end only the strong survive and it looks like that isn't you.”
I’m thinking of giving some background on just how this scene shaped into what it is. If y'all would like the backstory then please let me know!
Hi GGE. I've been debating about sending a message for a while. It's been on my heart for a minute but with the chaos of my life as of late I haven't had a chance. I'm someone you had a falling out with sometime ago & whether we've stayed friends or not, I always peek in on people that I think about once in a while that had a great effect on me to see if they're doing alright, etc. I've noticed in my peekings that life hasn't been 100% nice to you this past year or so and I just want to say I'm sorry for everything you've gone through, dealt with and survived. I'm sorry for the loss(es) you've endured. I hope the future treats you kinder. Well, that's it I suppose. Take care.
Hi sweetie.
I appreciate you reaching out to me. I want to also say thank you for the kind words and thoughts.
You’re right on the fact this year has been a rough one but it’s taught me a lot and one of those lessons is that life isn’t promised tomorrow and I shouldn’t hold grudges. So for whatever reason we fell out I want you to know that I don’t hate you. I don’t wish harm on you. I hope your life has been full of blessings and continued love. At times I find myself missing those who I grew apart from. I’ll think back on the laughs and memories and smile.
I just want you to know that I’m not against speaking with you in private if you ever want to talk. We can most definitely have a heart to heart. I hate leaving things in a bad manner. Again I hope you’ve been well and that life is treating you good 💕
