“I knew you were weak. Couldn’t even keep your man satisfied enough for him not to bring a mistress in. Then you couldn’t even keep a baby.Patetica!”
For the first time in years, I felt the anger rise in me, or maybe it was hormones. “Well, Mama, we can’t all be perfect like you, now could we?”
“Excuse me, miss? Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”
“Mama, you have never shown me an ounce of love. I thought it was just because I was difficult to love, but then I realized you just don’t know how to love. Quitepatetica,actually.” I shouldn’t have said that because to be fair, I didn’t know I was capable of it either until I fell for Carlo, unhealthy as that had been apparently. I could be angry for the remainder of our marriage, or I could suck it up and make what I can of it. I was choosing to suck it up.
“You little bitch! How dare you --”
I cut her off, “If you don’t have anything worth talking about other than your pettiness and hate, we have no need to keep up pretenses.”
“I never…”
“No you’re right mother, you never. You never treated me like a daughter should be treated, like a human being should be treated. It's shameful that mycheating husbandhas treated me better than my own flesh and blood, but here we are. And since you have nothing to offer me, I don’t see the point inus continuing to have conversations moving forward. I was a means to an end for thefamilia. I have met my purpose, so you should no longer have use for me. From here on, if you need something, speak to my husband. Good day, mother.” Then I hung up. Before second guessing myself I blocked her number. I hesitated, then I blocked my father and brother. They had never really been family anyway. Carlo was my family now, regardless of where we were in the relationship currently, and I no longer had a need for the people that raised me. Would I regret it? Possibly. But I had to focus on me and my baby. It was after that call that I refused to allow them into my life unless we were in a public situation.
But today, something felt off. I was up in the master bedroom putting clothes away, waiting for Carlo to come home in a couple of hours, when I heard noises in the hallway. When I turned around there stood Emily, her eyes crazed, holding a knife that had blood dripping from it. I had no idea how she got into the mansion. Carlo swore he had banned her after the night of the dinner, had blocked her on his phone, and had not seen her since as well.
I moved slowly towards my vanity as she began talking. “You fucking bitch! You think you can take away what belongs to me? Carlo is mine, you fucking cunt!”
I held one hand across my stomach, protecting my baby as best I could under the circumstances, still slowly moving backwards towards my vanity, my other hand out in defense.
In a soft, calm tone, I tried redirecting her. “Emily, I told Carlo to take you in as his mistress. You knew I moved to the guest room. You could have persuaded him to let you move in with him before the dinner.”
She screamed at me like a banshee, making me flinch, but I kept moving backwards. “Shut the fuck up,puta! He was mine before the stupid marriage, then you tried to take him from me.”
All I could think about was reaching my dagger behind my vanity, because this woman was
going to kill me. If I made it out of this alive, I was going to slap Carlo for picking astronza pazzato stick his dick in.
“Whose blood is on that knife, Emily?”
Her eyes were wild as she turned and stared at the knife in her hand. A creepy smile spread across her face, just as I reached my vanity. She continued to stare at it, smiling.
“That bitch in the kitchen tried to stop me from coming in.”
Oh no! Mrs. Silvia.
“I always hated her. She didn’t think I was good enough for Carlo.” She was still staring, with a crazy smile, at the dripping bloody knife. It gave me the perfect opportunity to reach behind the vanity and pull out my dagger I kept there, just in case. Just in case of what? Apparently, moments like this when astronza pazzais about to stab you and your baby. I slid it behind my back just as her eyes came back up to me. My heart was thundering in my chest. Her eyes looked down to my hand across my stomach.
“And now you’ve come and got yourself knocked up again, you fucking whore! Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to take care of both of you. I can’t have either of you taking what belongs to me.”
She moved towards me, knife out, blood dripping across the floor as she approached. My breathing came in shallow bursts, realizing I was on the verge of a panic attack. Seriously? Now was not the time for this shit. But then again, when was a panicattack ever at the right time? She was stupid enough to swing the knife, maybe in an attempt to slice at me, but it gave me the opportunity to pull out my dagger and stab straight at her. She grunted as it went into her gut, my hand still on the knife in her stomach, as she swung and sliced across my extended arm. It hurt like hell, and the blood started oozing out, but I took the chance to pull the knife out quickly as she was swinging her knife back towards me. I stepped back just enough that she missed, and I moved forward again and stabbed her three more times quickly, then backed away from her, holding the knife towards her, in case she attacked me again.
She stood there staring at me in shock. Obviously she didn’t think I would defend myself. Or my baby. She staggered back, grabbing her stomach, then blood started dribbling out of the side of her mouth. She slammed into the wall, and slid down to the floor, as she continued to stare at me.
“You fucking bitch,” sputtered out of her mouth with blood.
I heard loud noises coming from downstairs, then shouts.
Carlo’s voice rang out. “Where the fuck is my wife?” I took this moment to move my hand from across my stomach to grab my arm and squeeze, trying to keep the blood flow down. I continued to hold the knife out because you never know. I watched too many scary movies to know, never turn your back on the bad guy. Or psycho bitch in this case.
Footsteps came pounding down the hallway, then Carlo was in the doorway, looking panicked and a bit pissed. He looked around as his eyes fell on me, but I pointed the knife towards Emily so he could take care of her first. He turned to see her on the floor, looking at him with a bloody smile.
“Carlo darling. You came for me.”
He grunted and glared at her. Looking over his shoulder to his men behind him. “Take out the fucking trash. I don’t ever want to see her again.”
Carlo charged towards me as his men came in and grabbed Emily, who began struggling, even though blood was coming out of her mouth and was all over her front shirt. For a sick moment, I was glad she was wearing a white blouse because I could see all the blood. I was proud to know I got her good. He allowed me to keep holding my dagger out for protection as he grabbed a shirt of his from the dresser drawer and wrapped it around my bleeding arm. It would require stitches, that was for certain.
