Chapter Ten

"Keddy." I swallowed, then extended my hand for a shake. "I'm Camilla."
He took my hand, and shook it vigorously. "I know who you are, Cammie." He winked at me, and smirked lightly. I wasn't in the mood for any jokes nor emotional talk.
"Where'd you know me from, and who exactly are you?" I took my hands away, since he wasn't willing to let go." And how did you know they were coming for me? Why didn't you wait, when I asked you to?"
"Calm down, Camilla. One question at a time. My name is Keddy, and Peter Mack is my father. Peter Mack, the father to this handsome boy? I had to admit he had good looks, something his father lacked. The eyes, the lips, the smile, the hair, everything looked good.
"Your mother must be really beautiful." I interrupted him.
He laughed, ignored my question and continued speaking. "I have heard so much about you, from my father. I heard my father say he was going to shoot you if he set his eyes on you. I guess he has changed his mind."
"Are you one of them?" I interrupted him again.
"Yes, Camilla. I'm a member of the Sherlock Head Mafia Gang." We had an operation today, but I made an excuse that I wasn't feeling well, and here I am saving your life."
"What kind of operation?"
"I have said too much already. I have to go now, I guess I will see you around. Be safe, okay?"
"Wait!"
"What's the matter, Cammie?"
"Do you think I should leave this hotel?" I had no other place to go, I had no other person to ask for advice, and I didn't know what to do next. I was going to do whatever he asked me to do. Because, if it weren't for him, I'd probably not be alive right now.
"Don't leave. It's not safe out there." He turned to go, but I interrupted him again.
"One last thing. I think my father will lock his credit card soon. I have no hope of survival if he does that."
"That doesn't matter, whatever he does, don't follow him home. He will enslave you like most mafia gangsters do. Just like he does with his other sex partners too. Stay away from the streets, stay away from your father. Okay, I really have to go now. Bye!"
I waved behind him, but he didn't see me wave. He was in a hurry to leave.
I was back at the poolside, alone. Throwing pebbles into the water. My life was beginning to get worse, and worse, and worse.
It seemed I had been living with a mafia gangster my whole life without realizing.
How did I not notice that the sign in his bedroom read, "Sherlock Head Mafia" but when I asked him, he giggled. It was hard to believe, but the only parent that I have ever known is part of a mafia gang.
Who doesn't love me, but was just using me to satisfy his pedophile urges.
If I heard correctly, he had a lot of women in his life, too.
He was going to come back with his false affection.
Just to make me feel loved!
I was beginning to wonder if my mother had died of natural causes, since he never really mentioned what killed her.
I couldn't find any pictures of her burial at home, nor her death certificate. Maybe he might have a thing to do with her death, or maybe… hope was beginning to find expression inside of me. Just maybe, she isn't really dead. She is out there, waiting for me. Searching for me, hoping to meet me again.
The year eighteen comes with a lot of excitement for others, but for me…
It came with a lot of scary information, adventure, and life threatening episodes.