The Billionaire Mafia’s Slave

CHAPTER 6: THE NIGHTMARE AND A BURGLAR

LILY’S POV:

{“Oh look at yourself Lily, you were feeling so high and mighty but look now, a shadow of yourself!”, I heard Olivia say but I couldn’t see her.

Where was she?

“How dare you say something like that to me when you were the one that betrayed me?! How could you Olivia?!”, I shouted even though I didn’t see her there.

Where was I? It was dark and cold, trees everywhere, fog blinding me.

I looked around trying to catch where Olivia or her voice was coming from but I couldn’t. Her voice was so loud and deep.

“Hahahaha! You sound pathetic!! Troy is mine now! Hahahahahaha…”, She said again.

I was getting angry, where was she so I could slap her face.

‘Oh no!’, I whispered and fell to the ground, there Olivia was, a giant!

How did she get so big, I didn’t know.

And in her hands was Troy, he was his normal size and I could read happiness on his face and… satisfaction?

“Now, you will be left alone and sad!”, Olivia continued.

Immediately she said that, I felt something pulling me into a hole, I couldn’t feel my arms or my legs, they suddenly felt so heavy.

“No, NOOOO!!!!”}

I woked up drenched in my own sweat, hyperventilating and scared.

‘Pheww, thank God it was just a dream’, I had a nightmare.

I checked the time and it was almost 1am, I got up from my bed in search for a glass of water but it wasn’t on my desk.

I was scared to go downstairs, the nightmare was so frightening and vivid.

‘Papa must be back home by now’, I felt a little better knowing my dad was at home.

I stepped out of my room and went downstairs to get myself a glass of water, as I approached the refrigerator, I saw a figure in the already opened fridge, scavenging for something inside.

I immediately got scared, followed by the nightmare I just had.

I looked to my right and grabbed the nearest flower vase and tiptoed to where the figure was, I was afraid it might hurt me.

I raised the flower vase up about to hit the figure when he closed it and we both shouted.

I dropped the flower vase out of fear and the person caught it before it could reach the ground.

“Papa?!!”, I shouted.

“Lily dear”, My dad called out too.

“God, you scared the heck out of me!”, I said touching my chest and I could feel my raising heartbeat.

My dad placed the flower vase in place while laughing.

“This isn’t funny Papa! I thought you were some burglar who broke in and I could have hurt you with that vase you know?”, I didn’t see what was so funny here, I was scared for real.

“A burglar?! Honey you know no one can break in here…”, he said and it was true, he had this weird security thingy installed in the house that was like a very loud beeping sound.

“… and besides, that flower vase wouldn’t hurt me or anyone”, He said.

“Why not? It’s glass and looks very painful”, I replied him.

“Because Lily, you would have dropped it to the floor out of fright before it reaches the person’s skull, hahaha!”, He teased.

“Ha-ha, real funny Papa”, I rolled my eyes and went to the fridge, got out the jug of water and turned some into a clean glass cup and swallowed it whole.

“Why are you not asleep?”.

“Are you just coming back home?”.

We asked almost at the same time and we chuckled.

“You go first”, He told me.

“I… I just woke up for a glass of water”, I lied, I couldn’t tell him I had a nightmare, he would make it a thing!

“You?”, I quickly changed the topic.

“Oh me. I was back home a while ago, just needed something to eat. I just didn’t expect you would eat the Mac and cheese for real!”, He said.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“You practically blackmailed me into eating it!”, I said remembering the note he left and smiling to myself.

“I didn’t force you”, He said and laughed.

“Ffinneee! I’ll make you late night snack”, I grumpily went into the kitchen but he stop me.

“No no no! I’m not that hungry, I can manage”, He said feeling guilty.

And now I was feeling guilty too.

“Oh no dad, don’t mind me, I’ll make something!”, I said trying to redeem the situation.

“That’s okay honey, I’m fine. Go back to sleep, you look tired… and your face, where you crying?!”, He asked.

‘Oh shit!’, Was I busted?! Was it really that obvious?!

“Oh come on Papa! I just woke up in the middle of the night that’s why. Or what? are you calling me ugly now?!”, I tried to divert from the matter.

He would keep pressing this topic and I would have to tell him Troy and I broke up and that Olivia, the girl he took as his second daughter was not who she was and that would break his heart, I wouldn’t want that.

He never liked Troy, he would always say he was bad news and I would always defend Troy, I laughed at myself.

“God no! How can I call my beautiful, amazing, gorgeous daughter ugly, no wayyyy!”, He said and hugged me, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

He knew. He knew I was crying, that’s what that forehead kiss was for, to make me feel better.

I so much love him even though he isn’t my real dad.

I was only 7 years old when he and his beautiful wife, Magdalene Williams, who is no more, adopted me after the death of my parents.

My Dad is the most kindhearted person I have ever met, he takes care of others before himself and I don’t deserve him.

I’ve disobeyed him, lied to him, snuck out of the house without him permission all because of Olivia and Troy and he’s still here for me.

I couldn’t help but cry in his embrace.

“I love you Papa”.

“I love love you too my darling, muahh!”, He said and aggressively kissed my cheeks causing me to giggle.

“Ewww!”, I said, leaving his arms and cleaning my cheeks, feigning disgust.

“Well, you used to love that when you were 10 you know? Your mom and I used to give you kisses on your cheeks and forehead when you were going to bed or when you feel down”, He said.

“That was like ages ago!”, I responded.

“Oh so now you’re a grown up?! You’re still a kid young lady!”.

“Goodnight Papa, I can’t hear you anymore!”, I said as I headed upstairs back to my room.

“Goodnight my dear!”, He finally said.

I was happy I got to see my dad, he helped raise my spirit after the whole nightmare stuff.

I got to my room and went under the blanket, without turning off the lights, I attempted to sleep, but my mind was not prepared for sleep.

I was happy for my dad, he was finally getting used to talking about his wife without feeling sad or spacing out.

My dad and mom did have a child, who came late after their marriage, a boy.

He passed away at just 4 years old after drowning in the swimming pool of their former house.

From what I know, they didn’t conceive another child after that.

Three years after that incident, I was adopted, they didn’t adopt me because I would have been the same age as their son had he been alive.

My biological parents died in a car accident and my Papa was the one who investigated their death. I had no where to go and no one to take care of me, he had to bring me into his home and his wife welcomed me with wide arms and a very large smile.

Sadly, two years after I was gifted a happy family, my mom died of leukemia.

I could remember crying, wondering if I was the bad luck.

First, my biological parents died, now my adopted mom is gone too. I thought no one wanted me.

I cried whenever I saw Papa crying, he would always drink and keep late hours.

He would sleep on the couch with a picture frame of their late son, mom and himself close to his heart.

‘I am sorry’, I could remember whispering to him on the couch, feeling sorry that his wife went away because of me.

I could see the love Papa had for his wife, he wasn’t himself for months after she died but he had to push on because of me.

Mentioning her in the house was something we didn’t do because it brought back memories that caused one’s heart to ache, but these past years has been good.

I closed my eyes and I finally caught up with sleep, no more nightmare… or did it already become a reality?