Mafia Baby: Prologue
"Abele! Come down here please!"
That was the first thing she heard when she opened her eyes that morning. She dragged herself out of bed, scuffling her feet over to the bathroom. Her mirror showed that she had bags underneath her eyes and her black, wavy hair was a complete mess. She yawned. She was in no place to be seen in front of her father.
"Get down here now, please! I need to speak with you! It's urgent!!"
Abele sighed, splashing her face with cold water, and adjusted her tank top before heading down the stairs. When she reached the kitchen, she plopped onto the bar stool nearest to her. She stared at her father with irritable eyes.
“What?”
“Something’s come up,” he said, his eyes averting to our tiled floor. He looked really jittery.
“Daddy? What’s wrong?” she asked anxiously.
“Sweetie, I made a bet with some men.”
“And? What else?”
“Well…I bet you.”
"What?!?!?!" she screamed, pounding her fists into his chest.
"Wait." He pushed her fists away. "That isn't the worst part. These men...well, they just so happen to be in the mafia."
“DADDY! How could you?” she cried, tears beginning to form in her emerald, doll-like eyes. She began to dash to the stairs when she felt a hand grip her arm tightly.
“Abele, I didn’t think I could lose. It was a simple bet. You see, the boss was 86 years old, and I bet that he would stay alive for a few more years. He passed away just yesterday. I was devastated.”
“But why did you bet me, Daddy? Couldn’t you have bet money?”
“They didn’t want money.” He shook his head. “They knew what they wanted, and they wanted you and your inheritance.”
“What was so important that you had to put a bet on me? Huh? I’m your little girl! You’re supposed to love me more than anything! I hate you. Ya hear that? I hate you!” She stormed up the stairs, the tears streaming silently down her face.
When she reached her bedroom, she sat down at the piano and began to play. The music was loud and she was pounding against the keys. As she played, the music began to smooth out and be softer. It helped to hear the music flowing into her ears. Her fingers glided along the keys, hitting every note perfectly. When she finished the song, she was calmer, and got into the shower.
The hot water scalded her pale skin, and it felt so good. The water cooled off after a few minutes, and she switched it off, wrapping a baby blue towel around her body. She stepped out of the shower and dried off, slipping her underwear on and wrapping the towel around her hair. She opened her bathroom door and walked out, picking out a dark wash pair of jeans and a lacy purple tank top. She took the towel out of her hair and put on her clothes. Her feet made a slapping noise as she ran down the stairs, and faced her dad.
“Daddy, what exactly did you bet?”
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