Daisy
"What happened to your hand?"
"I had an accident when I was 14. I had to have stitches but my stupid ass went and picked at them which made it scar" I laugh. The memory of itself is pointless. It's hurtful and it reminds me of a time when I couldn't defend myself.
"What kind of accident?"
"It doesn't matter. I learnt my lesson after that. Briefly"
We travel in silence for the remainder of the drive, his hand stays on my covered thigh and my hand stays on top of his but it still feels awfully heavy with tension.
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The night is full of his family dancing and mingling, Antonioni's Nieces and Nephews running around and doing exactly what children love to do.
The music stops briefly before the MC comes on to ask for the bride and groom to attend the dance floor for their first dance as Mr and Mrs.
Surely he knows it isn't real. This isn't what neither of us wanted and I will be sure to give my father exactly what I think of him tomorrow or whenever I see the sorry excuse for a man.
"Come, Mrs Rosa," Antonio says as he holds my hand and guides me to the dance floor.
"Do we have to?" I ask. I'm all for following rules and being a good wife if that's what he wants but I don't want to be dancing around a hall full of strangers who I don't know, watching my every move.
"Yes. We do" he says quite angrily pulling me with him.
I stand in front of him as the room goes quiet and I lean into his touch. I don't even think I'm doing it until he strokes the length of my back while swiftly guiding us around as if he's done this a thousand times with me already.
"See. It's not that bad is it?" he asks as I keep my face resting on his chest. A few people catch my attention who I believe are his mother and sister.
They both give me a smile and wave which I return but in some ways, it feels strained. I don't know these people and I don't know my husband well enough to feel relaxed.
The night continues and before I know it, he's saying goodbye to his men and we are heading back to his place.
The stairs feel heavy so I begin taking my heels off. I don't expect anything from him. I don't expect anything to come of this marriage and I believe that my hell has officially started tonight.
I make my way to the room I stayed in the last few nights but Antonio's voice brings me back to the moment.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To bed" I reply not even looking at him.
I have never slept next to a man before, I always thought my nightmares would scare someone away.
"Your bed is now in here" he says which makes me stop short of any breath I was taking and look in his direction.
"Excuse me?" I ask but my breathing becomes more difficult. I feel the signs of a panic attack coming along and I know I can't let him look at me believing I'm even more pathetic.
Christ that would just be my luck.
Married to the mafia Don and him realising he got a faulty prize—a prize he didn't even want to begin with.
He says something but I can't bring myself to listen. I haven't had a panic attack in months when a drunk man tried gripping at my hair in the street and pulling me.
"Daisy..." he says as he crouches in front of me.
"Don't. Just give me a minute" I say not looking into his beautiful eyes.
If only those eyes didn't hold so much blood and power and authority I'm sure I could probably fall in love with them.
"Come," he says as he lifts me into his arms and walks down the hall.
On instinct, my arms wrap around his neck but my chest and throat feel so tight that I feel like someone's put a metal pipe down there and I can't do anything but worry.
I'm on the dramatic side of things tonight.
God, I miss London.
He places me down on the floor and heads out of the bedroom. I don't know if he will come back so I grab my phone and instantly FaceTime C.J. Who looks concerned the moment she answers her phone.
"Daisy? What's going on?"
"I-" I can't even get the bloody words out. What bollox is this?
"Breathe. Hey, hey look at me" she says and I do. She may have only been my best friend for a few years but she knows all about Jerry and everything that has happened to me.
My mom leaving me.
The abuse. The physical and mental scars.
The number of times I have woken in cold sweats and she has been on the bed with me holding my body.
I'm not an idiot. I know the signs but they come on so quickly sometimes that it's hard to tell when the panic is over.
I look directly into the phone and I see her smile at me.
"Is it your new husband? Has he hurt you?"
"No- no I-"
"Jerry?"
"I haven't seen him. My chest.."
"You have to bloody breathe woman. You know what the therapist said about controlling this. You have to relax yourself to stop the tremors and the shaking. He can't do shit to you"
"Him in general C.J. It's him in general" I get out. I know exactly what the therapist has told me to do. I've had it on repeat in my head for the last year and a half.
"Is he in New York? Have you heard from him?"
"No. He's in New York. How do you think he got into bloody shit with the Mafia for starters?"
"Daisy. The man is a waste of oxygen and isn't fit to be called a father. Does he know?"
"Know what?" I ask as I sit on a chair that's in the bedroom. She's in bed and I know I've probably woken her up but she was the only person I could talk to about any of this.
"Don't play dumb. Does your new husband know about what I know?"
"No. He doesn't" I say but it feels horrible because if he had done an extensive search of my background then he would have figured it all out by now.
"Well... I think it's about time you told him" she says as she motions behind me. I look behind me slowly, the panic starts to creep in again just after I become calm and I can only look down at my feet in response.
I turn my head back to the camera and smile. It's a sad smile but it's still a smile nonetheless. "I'll give you a call tomorrow. I'm sorry I woke you up and I'll make sure you're awake and not busy when I plan to call" I say with a smile.
"Okay. Be safe. Love you"
"Love you," I say and hang up but I don't look at the door. I keep my eyes fixed on the beautiful view in front of me. In the far distance, I can see the city of Manhattan and I can make out all the skyscrapers with the moon lighting above it all in a beautiful location.
"Tell me what?" Antonio says but I still don't look his way.
"You married a faulty gift, Antonio."
"A faulty gift?" He chuckles but there isn't any humour to it.
"And how is that Daisy?"
I shake my head but it's like his stealth mode is activated because he's now sitting on the table in front of me without even making a sound.
"I suffer from Anxiety and men. Drunk or high men to be exact. Even women in some cases."
His jaw tics like he's fighting with something inside his mind. As if my words have made him mad.
"Men?" He asks but I can't look at him as I speak.
"I didn't care what you did or didn't do to Jerry. I told you to do what you wanted to him because he wasn't my responsibility and you should have listened and taken the opportunity to do it when I told you to and left me be."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because he's not a good man Antonio"
"Neither am I princess. No one in this house is a good man. And from what I gathered on your call your friend knows everything"
"She does." That is all I say while wringing my hands together with nerves.
"And your therapist too?"
"Kind of defeating the point of therapy if he doesn't know what's gone wrong isn't it?" I laugh trying to lighten the mood but it doesn't work.
When he stays quiet I decide to be truthful to him. It may not be a loving marriage but he doesn't need to know that the demons I carry will come to light and be a problem for him and his family.
"My mom left when I was young. Jerry told me it was because I made her depressed and she couldn't parent me anymore. He switched to booze and drugs, started to get into the wrong crowds, lost his job and then we became homeless for a year. He would hit me but when he sobered up he would buy me something to cheer me up. A bar of chocolate or something but I knew he didn't buy it. He would steal it the same way he would steal alcohol and anything else he could get his hands on."
I don't look his way but I can feel his eyes trained on me so I continue and let it all out.
"When I was 12 he was so wasted that when he came home he threw up everywhere and I cleaned it all up and sat up with him, pulling him back to the edge of the sofa so if he was sick it would be in a bucket. When I was 13 he accidentally pushed me down the stairs because he was so high that he didn't see me. So he said."
Again, silence. He does nothing but stare at me.
"It was my 15th birthday and I tried making some tea for us. He had gotten a job a few weeks before and said we could celebrate my birthday. I took on small local jobs that wouldn't mind doing pocket change and I bought all the things I needed to make a decent meal. He came home and he was high and drunk. I knew it wouldn't last long. His eyes were so bloodshot that I worried he would die so I tried helping him to the kitchen to help sober him up and that's where I got the hand scar. I slipped and knocked into the side and he thought I was doing it on purpose and he stabbed my hand"
Daisy"I screamed so loudly that I'm sure our neighbours could hear. They often phoned the police for disputes. They never really saw me because I couldn't attend school much due to injuries and pain when I couldn't walk, so they assumed I was his wife or something. The police would show up and I'd be locked in my room so I try not to use locks if I can help it. They never did anything. I learnt how to stitch up wounds because more often than not, Jerry would come home and would need some form of treatment.I didn't know what else to do with my spare time and when he would split my skin I'd spent countless hours cleaning it and attempting to stitch it but when I'm right-handed and try doing it with my left I could never get it right so I messed up."Grabbing my hand, the same hand he examined earlier, he shakes his head and speaks. Finally."He stabbed you?" Antonio asks while trying to hold some form of rage in."Twice. The second time he was stone-cold sober actually but I'd just co
AntonioAfter hearing her story on how she was basically held a prisoner by her own father and mind, the way she was let down by the system that should have been there for her, protected her and caught on to what was happening, the people she thought she could trust. I knew I needed to let some anger out but I didn't want to take it out on her so I decided to give her something she would like.For some reason, knowing that she was taken care of and happy made me feel at ease. I wanted to do something that might help her.And if that was to go out and buy any books she wanted then so be it. It didn't matter if she picked 3 or 300 I will be having my office sorted tomorrow and I will be having her join me whenever I'm in there.I kept telling myself I didn't want to love or get to know her and I don't deny the obvious lie I'm telling myself but I can't deny the attraction here. Her body was ramrod stiff throughout the wedding day and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Was it too ma
DaisyMy body aches as I sit in the bath. It's a good ache but my chest feels tight.Hearing him laugh at my expense makes me feel like a complete loser. I didn't tell him that because I felt like it, I told him that because for some reason my body and mind trust him even if my heart doesn't and wouldn't.And then he went and made me look a fool.I can't help the sobs that leave my mouth. I try to cover them by placing my hand there but it doesn't work. I locked the door which I shouldn't have done because I absolutely loathe locks on doors but right now this bathroom is my safe place where I can just be.Right now in here, I can cry in peace and I can laugh in peace.The bath is relaxing, my body settles so easily and my muscles don't feel like they are stiff after what me and Antonio had done but the relaxing place is soon disturbed when the door unlocks and opens."Daisy..." Antonio says as he crouches beside the bath next to me."Yeah?" I ask while facing forward still. Again, I'
Antonio"Bro, what have you done to her?" Dante laughs and I can't help but feel some pride in my wife's reaction to finding Megan touching me."I fucked her good and proper last night. She's been through a lot of shit man. So fucking much" I mention quietly so no one else overhears me talking to my best friend."Like what?""Jerry abused her. She's got scars up her shoulders and down her back and some on her hands from where he hurt her. She was so fucking open about it with me after I overheard her talking to her friend""What are we going to do?""Nothing," I tell him "Why not?""Because we're going to train her to be the best fucking female fighter along with my sister that New York has”"You think she will be okay fighting Antonio? She's not exactly...""I know but she will get there," I tell him before entering the gym. Daisy is a few paces ahead of us and I know she's holding back on going in there so I walk behind her and push her body in with mine. Her ass hitting my groin a
DaisyI've been Mrs Rosa for 10 days already. We've spent a lot of time getting to know each other in those 10 days, stopping in bed after tea and then having sex most of the night but today he seems to be in some form of mood.I don't want to know why and I don't question why either because I have problems of my own to deal with.My period started last night and so did the pain. And sweet Jesus they hurt so bad this month.I look at my phone and see that it's 10:38 am and I'm curled up in bed with a hot water bottle and Chicago Fire playing on the TV in the background.My phone has gone off a few times but I've ignored it and stayed in a curling position.Once again my phone goes off but I ignore it because every time I move my whole body hurts. Cramps are the worst and when I say the worst I mean they hurt so bad that I can't move and I prefer to sleep.The door to our bedroom opens and Antonio's annoyance comes through loud and clear."Do you not know how to answer your phone!" He
AntonioI left the house in such a foul mood. I knew I would have to calm down eventually, I knew what I said to her was out of order but I couldn't contain the anger when she didn't answer her phone. The panic I felt when she didn't answer and knowing that the Koreans are after us, I knew that I had to see her. I know she isn't lazy. I know full well that she doesn't like to sleep in and she prefers to be doing something but in that moment, after the shit morning I had already had I just snapped and I snapped at my wife who didn't do shit to deserve it and looked at me like I'd physically slapped her."So what are we going to do about this proposal?" Braden James of Jameson's Hotel and Bar asks as we all sit in the office.My mind keeps diverting back to Daisy and how she was looking pale on the bed. I didn't think too much of it but now that I have I can't help but think she must have been ill to be stopping in bed and agreeing to something even I knew she wasn't.In the few weeks
DaisyIt's been 35 days since my husband has been home and it's also been horrible and lonely. I spent the first few days after he left in bed after the doctor saw me and told me I probably had bruised ribs and a bit of a shiner on my cheek but nothing major that needed fixing.My period didn't even last the usual 5 days which was different for me.I've tried phoning Antonio but it always went to voicemail so I left it after day 22. I've had some of the people here gossiping about us, about how this marriage is a sham and how he deserves someone better.Every morning for the last week I have woken up in a cold sweat and being sick. I'm constantly sick and feeling tired but I keep putting it down to the stress of everyone here.I've had the stares and classic sneers from some of the female workers who I don't even know and didn't know who worked here.Judgemental comments over the last two weeks have gotten worse and I've just about had enough of it."Have you all got a problem with me
Antonio An hour earlier:"It's been weeks Ant. Are you not going to go home?" Max asks as he pours himself another drink."Yeah," I mutter and as I go to stand up, my phone rings in my pocket.Magda."Why is Magda ringing?" I ask anyone in general. "Yeah?" I say into the phone. Magda is like a grandmother to everyone. Loves to fuss around and make sure we have all eaten but sometimes she can be one scary woman."Oh bloody nora child.""Who's Nora Magda?""It's an English saying apparently. We have a slight problem and when I say slight problem I mean your wife just took the car""What do you mean my wife took the car?"A pause on the other end of the line makes my patience snap completely. "Woman...What the fuck has my wife taken the car for?" I snap into the phone but her snapping makes me quiet and feel like a shit husband."Don't you Woman me Tu idiota. Maybe if you were here defending your woman when she has done nothing but get verbal abuse from Megan and her friends and snide
Daisy"So what's all of this, then?" C.J. asks me as she puts some books to the side. It's all I ever wanted to do. Since I was a little girl, I have wanted to plan my own wedding and be a working wife. I want to live a normal everyday life and give back to people who deserve it.I'm still planning my wedding. It's been 6 weeks since I came back to the manor. Antonio's parents left weeks ago but I still FaceTime his mom who has become another mother figure to me. I don't call them by their names, they started as Mr and Mrs Rosa but now it's just mom and dad. As weird as that sounds, they spoke with Nino about it beforehand and because I had been through quite a lot and coming out of it slowly with their support as well as everyone else here, they assumed I would benefit from having parental relationships with them and I was such an emotional mess when they bought it up."Well, I've been doing my assignments and spending so much time at the park on the grounds with Clara these days whi
Antonio "You look good these days," my mom says as she stands beside me at the kitchen counter. Over the last week, I've managed to get Daisy all packed up in her apartment and settled in here. She's been spending a lot of time doing online classes for mental health, learning new things, and exploring different ways to manage her own issues while trying to get a degree for herself."Yeah. I've actually got something to tell you," I explain. My mother and father are going back to Italy this coming weekend. Now that the new year has passed, I need to explain what will be happening in the next couple of months."Go on?""Me and Daisy are getting Married" I explain as I sift through the cupboards to get Clara her snack. It's currently snowing outside and she has been making snow angels and snow princesses as Daisy called it all morning."I'm- well I hate to break it to you honey but- you're already married" she laughs. When we got back here my mother took it upon herself to take Daisy a
DaisyI submit to him.I let him take me the way I wanted him to take me.I let myself submit to what I know I want, and deep down, everything is perfect at this very moment.I want to believe it will stay like this, but my mind doesn't go to that place. Right now, though, it's gone to a blissful place called 'Orgasm land,' and I can't for the life of me bring myself to care about much else."One more for me princess" "I can't- I""Give me one more Daze! One. Fucking. More" he grunts out as he leans over me and rubs my clit like a man possessed and I can't help it. My body even though it feels spent and achy, gives him another orgasm."Good girl." He whispers in my ear while biting the curve of it. The sensation making me milk his orgasm right out of him."Shot, Nino we didn't use a condom" I gasped out. I don't want to sound like a shitty person but the last time we didn't use a condom I ended up with Clara- and not that I will ever regret my little girl but it took its toll out on
Antonio With the bath running and Daisy holding herself back, I'm tired of wanting her to see what I see, so I take her hand and pull her further in.The bath isn't big enough for both of us, but I want her to enjoy a soak while I find something to make her so we can watch some TV in bed before I go home and watch over my daughter.Our daughter.Once she's in the bath I take myself out of the bathroom so she doesn't feel nervous about undressing in front of me. Not that she should be nervous. She's still my fucking wife. She's still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on and she will see that by the end of tonight."You good?" I ask through the door.Her contented sigh and a simple "Yes" is what settles my mind. I know she has problems and I know she's had to face such shit since she left New York the last time but this feels like it can be fixed.Not everything is unfixable and not everything is as easy as tossing money to the situation I know but I want her to feel like
Daisy "You gotta help me here Daze," Antonio says as he takes my hand and leads me back to the sofa. The truth is...I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so lost and I've spent every waking moment trying to find myself again, trying to find the person I once was and that's my issue. I'm not that person anymore and I don't think I ever will be. I want to believe that everything happens for a reason and only kind, it does but at the end of the day, I never asked to get shot at. Twice might I add. Thank you. "I want to. I do but it's hard to. I've spent so many months alone even when I have had people around me. I hate it Antonio I hate it" I say, the tears streaming down my cheeks but every time I wipe them more fall and the more that fall the more I realise how I'm on the edge and the only way to get off this edge is to come clean about what's going on with me. I want to so badly to leave it all in the past, leave it where it's supposed to be but this past is following me to my fut
Antonio Christmas Day and there are smiles all around. Everything in me is trying my hardest to smile, I have my daughter here who is happily playing with her toys. She had no idea how hard it was when I assumed she wasn't here. She will never know the extent of how bad my pain was over the last year and I plan to make sure she has a brilliant life.Will want for nothing and will be a happy child having the childhood she deserves."You okay lad?" My dad asks me and I want to say no. I want to say that there is something...or rather someone missing and I know exactly who that someone is but at the end of the day, how do I bring it up with 18 of my family members present at the moment?She wants a divorce. She won't even look me in the eye. She has never been more fragile and lost before and I can't seem to bring myself to admit it. She needs me but I need her more. I need her like my life depends on it. I need to have her with me at all times just so I know she's okay but how do I ad
Daisy"What are we doing for Christmas D?" My best friend asks me from my smallish kitchen. It's been weeks since I stepped on Antonio's home grounds, I told him I didn't want our daughter around those women to which he told me his mother told him about the horrible shit they said to me and about Clara."What do you mean?" I ask. I don't actually want to tell her that I'm not going anywhere because then she would feel obligated to stay here with me when she could be having fun.When we moved back Max insisted on her living with him, again, I was super happy for her.And while I've been sitting here looking at papers that really do need my signature to send to Antonio I can't bear the thought of having someone else's happiness ruined because of me so I reply with everything that it takes to plaster a happy smile on my broken face."I actually have a night planned of watching movies and sorting through Clara's old clothes that don't exactly fit anymore" I laugh avoiding her eyes. I don'
DaisyIt is pretty quiet for a very lost soul right now. Nothing I looked at looked the least bit appetising for me right now. I didn't want to go and get Clara straight away. I didn't want to change myself being seen and stopped by Max or Antonio.I've never been here before and I'm glad I found it. My thoughts come to the surface and I let everything I have been thinking and feeling explode into the tears that I let fall.Getting off the bus here I assumed I'd feel lighter but the heaviness of the situation makes me feel worse. Weighted by all my problems.Sinking in water I didn't even realise was rising or am I drowning? I feel like I have a backpack on.A backpack full of bricks that's making me sink, like I'm struggling to catch the breath I keep gasping for. The water rose above my stomach, then my chest and not but not least my face.All these thoughts and nowhere to scream them out. I'm so in on my thoughts that I don't feel the calloused hand touch my skin. Looking up I fee
Antonio I watched as she walked out of that door. My world walked out scared shitless of me because I didn't even realise I had a hold of her arms. I don't think it was that tight but she refused to let me go with her. Refused to let me be around her in fear and that is something I don't ever want her to feel. "Man...what the fuck!" my brother shouts at me. I haven't had a moment where I can gather my bearings because the moment Daisy left her apartment he forgot who he was speaking to but I guess his mind isn't talking to the don, he's talking to his twin brother who fucked up."What do you want me to say? I fucked up? I don't even remember losing my temper with her. I don't even remember grabbing her. All I remember is coming to the now and having you both shouting at me so back the fuck off" I shout back at him. It isn't until he brings his phone up with a video of her shaking under my hold, tears streaming down her face and trying to pull away from my grip that I realise I must