Thread: Arrivederci Amico. A son's final goodbye (Malicious Lullaby&Bigbadvoodoodaddy.)

Six Months Earlier A scream sounded through the house, shatters and followed by the soft sobs. Her body landed on the bed and her hand came up to touch her cheek. It was stinging from his assault and tears poured down her cheeks out of her icy hues. She sniffled and looked at him. I hate you! She screamed. He was walking out of the room, suspenders down, he wearing his wife beater and khakis. His hair was greased but clearly tousled from their rough and tumble and he was just about to leave too. Turning, his green eyes bore into her and flames ignited, blinding him with rage and fury. Insolent bitch. He grumbled, grabbing his belt. Realizing what she had just done, she got off the bed to try and make a run for it, hurrying into their bathroom. He attacked as he ran after her, grabbing and pushing her down onto the ground. She hit head on the tile floor which blurred her vision as well as dangerously pushed her into the stream of unconsciousness as blood trickled down the side of her temple. She didn't hear or feel a thing. But the tumble caused their wedding photo in the frame to fall off the dresser and smash. He grunted, taking what he wanted from her, even if she was unconscious. Their wedding photo was such a happier time. Before things went to shit. Before...he showed his true colors. She loved him but how was she supposed to know that her husband had been a psychotic and abusive cold-blooded man? You can't trust a cold-blooded man. She believed in all of his lies when she was told not to. He claimed to love her and then ate her alive. Now? He was leaving her to die. Alberto Corleone loved his daughter immensely. So when she called that day, he was more than happy to make the trip out to see her. She told him that her husband would be out and that they could have lunch in the vineyard. To his dismay, when he saw her, he didn't expect the condition to find her in. Bruised, battered and still nursing wounds from the last time she had been chased by her husband and attacked. Good god, Sophie? He asked, going to her, his hands cupping her cheeks. What happened? Her eyes watered and she just wrapped her arms around her father and started crying in his arms. She was nineteen only, her husband almost thirty. It was love at first sight for her and now she thought herself a complete fool. She begged her father to let her marry him and Alberto wanted to simply make her happy. Neither of them really checked in on this man. They both thought he was a good man. They were both wrong and now Sophie was paying for it. When she had finally calmed down, they were having lunch in the vineyard. Her father ate his lunch but she barely touched her food. He scooted his chair beside her and tucked a lock of her beautiful rich, soft brown hair behind her ear. He stroked her cheek and then rolled some of the pasta around the fork and offered it to her. She had hardly eaten since the last time her husband attacked her. You need to eat, sweetheart. He whispered. She shook her head. Sophie. I want a divorce, Daddy. She whispered. Done. Eat. I went to the doctors after the last time he attacked me. She moved her hand to her stomach and very sad icy hues looked at him. I'm pregnant Daddy. Six Months Later Considering whose daughter she was, it was very easy to make her husband disappear. She didn't even cry a single tear when her father told her that he had been taken care of. She knew what that meant. Growing up, she always knew what it meant when her father said 'taken care of.' Her husband was dead and the life growing inside of her was three months away from being brought into this world. Sophie Corleone was six months pregnant, her marriage annulled and she had moved back into her father's home. She was twenty years old now and to her pleasure, there was no record of her failed marriage anywhere. But to her displeasure, there would always be the record of her marriage in her life, in her mind, and even in her womb. She didn't hate her unborn child. She found out she was having a girl. She'd be nothing like the man who was a terrible sperm donor. All in all, she was happy. In the past six months, she had gone through therapy considering she was a survivor of an abusive relationship. Her psychiatrist often asked her if she was happy to be having a baby, this baby in particular. She no longer hesitated to answer. Sophie was happy to have this baby. When asked if she had started dating or seeing anyone, she went cold and nervous at that question. She was afraid to date again, afraid to be near a man like that again, afraid to open up her heart. She was still healing. And her psychiatrist saw that. Thats why she didnt push her. That day, she went with her father to Teedys Pub downtown where they were having lunch. Many of the Corleones were there and saw her with her proud six to seven month along baby bump. She was glowing. She looked healthier, her bruises and scars gone and she was always so smiley these days, it warmed her father to see his pride and joy so happy. Unlike many other families, Alberto Corleone was never blessed with the birth of a son. No, he was blessed with the birth of a beautiful daughter. His wife died shortly after Sophies birth and he took that little girl home with him and made sure she had the best upbringing and was always loved. Yes, he did always want a son. But then he got Sophie. And it changed his life. He tried to keep her away from his more seedier dealings but there was only so much a man could keep from a daughter as intelligent and spunky as Sophie. They ate lunch together. She wore a white spaghetti strapped tank top with a floral skirt that came all the way to the floor. She wore flip flops and had her signature anklets around her ankles. On top of her tank top, she wore a soft but light gray jacket with long and large sleeves. One size fits all sort of thing and her hair was in a long braid, over one shoulder and her bangs swept over her forehead. She looked like the epitome of the beautiful Italian woman. The necklace she wore around her neck was the same necklace she wore since she was a little girl. It was her mothers necklace. It was the only thing she had of her mothers that she cherished more than anything. It was what shed pass down to her daughter. The sound of gunshots firing caused all to be alarm. Alberto demanded that his daughter be taken away and he saw it personally to see what was happening. Ah, Don Carusone. He should have known that the wretched boy would have been back to avenge his father. But he had the privilege of having the boy taken out and left for dead. Sophie, who witnessed it all escaped away from the holds of the men guarding her. They all left and he was left alone. She heard cars in the distance. They must be trying to find her. Carefully, Sophie leaned down and pulled her hair away from her to hear a heartbeat as she pressed her ear to his chest. Sitting back up, her hand moved to her stomach and she sighed deeply. Then a car appeared and she saw the two men who guarded her. They looked furious. They had no right to be. They helped her to stand and that was when she reamed them both a new one. She was pregnant, hormonal and witnessed a young man being gunned down. Carusone or not! She yelled. She stepped forward and stabbed her finger into her guards chest. You will help me get him in the car. Then you will take me to my summer cottage. I already told my father I intend to give birth there. You will not tell my father I have a Carusone in my possession. Consider him my new toy. As I see fit to deal with, understand? She was the Corleone Princess. She definitely lived up to that title. They backed down and nodded to her, apologizing for their insolence before helping the young Don into the car. She got in the back seat and moved his head on her lap stroking his hair away from his face. This is what she got for being a gentle soul. Pregnant and a dying man on her hands. Once at the cottage, her family doctor tended to him. She didnt say who he was but the doctor knew. Although the last thing anyone wanted was to be the bearer of bad news to Alberto Corleone. They kept her secret. Some days went by since she brought this man to her cottage. It was a cottage about three hours away from her fathers home, on the beachside and her backyard opened to the beach. Thats where she was, wearing an all white strapless dress with a black lace overlay over it. She was barefoot and her hair was untied. She sat down on a blanket as she looked out at the water, her hands on the major swell of her belly. Her daughter was kicking. And Sophie was smiling. If anything, she was a more peaceful woman. But with a heart guarded away behind fire and brimstone with a fleet of armed militia soldiers, protecting it so no one could come near. Because the way she saw it, she didnt need anyone. In about three months time, shed have her beloved baby girl.