Post by Dazi Molaroni on Jun 24, 2015 13:54:13 GMT -5
Meet me at the office, 1 PM. Sharp…
It was exactly what was sent, but screw that shit. I was doing this on my own time. I told Al where I was heading, and now I was here. At his office complex, ready to end this mess that he was starting to cause. Every single time I was bound for happiness he had to stick his nose in it and ruin everything.
Not this time.
I power walked into that building, past the secretary and right into his office which appeared to be empty. I then heard glass clinking and looked to my right.
“Hello sister, glad you could make it…all be it late.”
“Fuck you Ricky, let’s end this right now.”
He walked over, shutting the door behind me and then made his way to his desk, drink in hand.
“Doors are locked, come in. Sit down and we can discuss this.”
“I’m not sitting down. Not for trash like you.”
He chuckles and takes a drink, my eyes rolling in my head. God, I was feeling sick to my stomach right now. This had to end though.
“I thought I would never say this, but you really are turning into our scum bag father. Hope you aren’t molding Miguel into this…he deserves so much better than you.”
“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. I was wondering if you could take him for the weekend.”
I let out the fiercest scream imaginable. He stopped what he was saying. I soon marched over, slapping him in the face hard. He looked back at me, getting up from his chair.
“I am not your babysitter, I am not your slave to do with what you want. I am your sister and it is such a damn shame I have to call myself this. Would rather have mom’s last name than the trash that is dads.”
He slapped me, my smirk coming through the blood I knew was on my lip from the ring he always wore on his left finger. I touched my lip, saw the blood and just laughed.
“Weak. Hell, Al was right. This is nothing to me at all. Hit me harder punk bitch. I dare you.”
He hesitated, not knowing what to do. I lunged at him, taking him into his liquor stand. Glass went flying in my face, but tears were falling and I already had blood on me. I didn’t care. I wanted this over with. He shoved me to the ground, trying to get away. I grabbed his foot, him falling to the floor.
“Please Dazi…”
I shook my head. I got up and looked down at him. He then tripped me and as I fell, he got on top of me, punching me over and over again. This felt all too familiar to me…like my father and I felt a surge well up inside of me. I kicked, punched and did what I had to do, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
“Hold still wretched bitch!”
He punched me in the face, I felt dizzy. I had to fight, to end the pain. I hit him in his throat, which I had no idea I did until he had leaned back grabbing it and gasping for air. I shoved him off and he flopped to the floor. Every single fiber of my being told me to just kill him…but then this nagging voice in my heart said no. I would be a criminal and that would not be good for Al…or Stephanie. Those two were my only reasons I was here doing this….ending my personal pain.
“I’m done running.”
Ricky looked at me and through all of the tears, blood, glass and bruises I felt one thing I hadn’t in the twenty seven years of my existence….
Peace.
“I’m tired of running from place to place because it was ‘the right thing’ in the eyes of the Molaroni men. I’m tired of hiding behind something you and dad wanted me to be of which I am not. I am a fierce, bold, brave woman just like mom.”
I reached down, grabbing something from his back pocket…zip ties.
“I am far from the trash that you two pieces of scum are. I will be making sure that Miguel goes back to his mom and you lead a lonely life. You never were more than a worthless man….just like dad. If you so much as contact me ever again, I will see to it cops and lawyers are involved.”
“Face it, you were and always will be the puppet.”
“No more!”
I kicked him one more time in his rib cage and I saw a piece of paper on the ground. I got closer and it was my father’s handwriting…
Finish her. Don’t let her tell our secret.
“So that is what this is about?”
He got up and I turned around just in time to see him reach for a switchblade in his pocket. I didn’t hesitate, I did what Jessica taught me to do. He lunged, I dodged. He tried to slice, I moved each and every time. I just kept focus despite the fact I was scared to hell and back. I kicked his hand, but his grip on the knife was solid. No fear, I kicked again and the knife went across the room. He looked back at the knife and by the time he turned to me, I punched him twice in the face and kicked him in his ribs. He grabbed them and I balled my fists up, ready to wail. He just stopped. Walking over to the knife, he picked it up and then walked back to me…handing it to me?
“I don’t want that garbage. I want you to leave me alone.”
I stopped, turning to head out and leave this all behind me. I heard a loud scream, and as I turned around, I saw it…the knife into his rib cage. I unlocked the door.
“Call 911! He just stabbed himself!”
I then rushed to his side, saying prayers in Japanese. I cannot lose my brother….my last remaining relative. I ripped one of the sleeves off his jacket and tried wrapping the wound. Miguel…he was all I could think about at the moment.
“Please hermano…stay with me. Please…”
“I love you Dazi…pl…please know I was only protecting yo…you from…him…”
The paramedics arrived and went to get him stable. I was freaking out. Cops were trying to calm me down…and now I had to answer for the fight and the stabbing. My time here in LA…it was going ot be a while before I was really free from my past and demons….
It was exactly what was sent, but screw that shit. I was doing this on my own time. I told Al where I was heading, and now I was here. At his office complex, ready to end this mess that he was starting to cause. Every single time I was bound for happiness he had to stick his nose in it and ruin everything.
Not this time.
I power walked into that building, past the secretary and right into his office which appeared to be empty. I then heard glass clinking and looked to my right.
“Hello sister, glad you could make it…all be it late.”
“Fuck you Ricky, let’s end this right now.”
He walked over, shutting the door behind me and then made his way to his desk, drink in hand.
“Doors are locked, come in. Sit down and we can discuss this.”
“I’m not sitting down. Not for trash like you.”
He chuckles and takes a drink, my eyes rolling in my head. God, I was feeling sick to my stomach right now. This had to end though.
“I thought I would never say this, but you really are turning into our scum bag father. Hope you aren’t molding Miguel into this…he deserves so much better than you.”
“I actually wanted to talk to you about that. I was wondering if you could take him for the weekend.”
I let out the fiercest scream imaginable. He stopped what he was saying. I soon marched over, slapping him in the face hard. He looked back at me, getting up from his chair.
“I am not your babysitter, I am not your slave to do with what you want. I am your sister and it is such a damn shame I have to call myself this. Would rather have mom’s last name than the trash that is dads.”
He slapped me, my smirk coming through the blood I knew was on my lip from the ring he always wore on his left finger. I touched my lip, saw the blood and just laughed.
“Weak. Hell, Al was right. This is nothing to me at all. Hit me harder punk bitch. I dare you.”
He hesitated, not knowing what to do. I lunged at him, taking him into his liquor stand. Glass went flying in my face, but tears were falling and I already had blood on me. I didn’t care. I wanted this over with. He shoved me to the ground, trying to get away. I grabbed his foot, him falling to the floor.
“Please Dazi…”
I shook my head. I got up and looked down at him. He then tripped me and as I fell, he got on top of me, punching me over and over again. This felt all too familiar to me…like my father and I felt a surge well up inside of me. I kicked, punched and did what I had to do, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
“Hold still wretched bitch!”
He punched me in the face, I felt dizzy. I had to fight, to end the pain. I hit him in his throat, which I had no idea I did until he had leaned back grabbing it and gasping for air. I shoved him off and he flopped to the floor. Every single fiber of my being told me to just kill him…but then this nagging voice in my heart said no. I would be a criminal and that would not be good for Al…or Stephanie. Those two were my only reasons I was here doing this….ending my personal pain.
“I’m done running.”
Ricky looked at me and through all of the tears, blood, glass and bruises I felt one thing I hadn’t in the twenty seven years of my existence….
Peace.
“I’m tired of running from place to place because it was ‘the right thing’ in the eyes of the Molaroni men. I’m tired of hiding behind something you and dad wanted me to be of which I am not. I am a fierce, bold, brave woman just like mom.”
I reached down, grabbing something from his back pocket…zip ties.
“I am far from the trash that you two pieces of scum are. I will be making sure that Miguel goes back to his mom and you lead a lonely life. You never were more than a worthless man….just like dad. If you so much as contact me ever again, I will see to it cops and lawyers are involved.”
“Face it, you were and always will be the puppet.”
“No more!”
I kicked him one more time in his rib cage and I saw a piece of paper on the ground. I got closer and it was my father’s handwriting…
Finish her. Don’t let her tell our secret.
“So that is what this is about?”
He got up and I turned around just in time to see him reach for a switchblade in his pocket. I didn’t hesitate, I did what Jessica taught me to do. He lunged, I dodged. He tried to slice, I moved each and every time. I just kept focus despite the fact I was scared to hell and back. I kicked his hand, but his grip on the knife was solid. No fear, I kicked again and the knife went across the room. He looked back at the knife and by the time he turned to me, I punched him twice in the face and kicked him in his ribs. He grabbed them and I balled my fists up, ready to wail. He just stopped. Walking over to the knife, he picked it up and then walked back to me…handing it to me?
“I don’t want that garbage. I want you to leave me alone.”
I stopped, turning to head out and leave this all behind me. I heard a loud scream, and as I turned around, I saw it…the knife into his rib cage. I unlocked the door.
“Call 911! He just stabbed himself!”
I then rushed to his side, saying prayers in Japanese. I cannot lose my brother….my last remaining relative. I ripped one of the sleeves off his jacket and tried wrapping the wound. Miguel…he was all I could think about at the moment.
“Please hermano…stay with me. Please…”
“I love you Dazi…pl…please know I was only protecting yo…you from…him…”
The paramedics arrived and went to get him stable. I was freaking out. Cops were trying to calm me down…and now I had to answer for the fight and the stabbing. My time here in LA…it was going ot be a while before I was really free from my past and demons….