In with the bullet out with the hearts(Silent tears)

"Rosalie! Rosalie?" her mother called through the chaos. Bullets soared through the 18th century Italian mansion. Shattered glass and bodies lay scattered around the main hall and study. "Rosalie baby, where are you?" her mother cried, then nothing. A single shot cracked in the air. A thump sounded then, nothing. "Mama! Mama?" the small girl cried through the house. The small olive skinned girl ran through the house, gasping at the bloody massacre of what was a party. She ran to the banister and saw her mother lying there.

She ran down the stairs in her red velvet baby doll dress. Her shiny black slips echoed through the now quieted hall. "Mama? Mama is you ok?" the small girl cried as she took her mothers hand in her own. "Baby girl are you alright?" her mother whispered hoarsely. "Mama is you ok?" The girl cried cried. "Yes baby doll the angels are waiting for me. Now be a good girl and grow up to be a strong young woman, ok?" her mothers whispers growing faint. "I love you Mama." She cried. "I know baby, now go." Her mother whispered and her hand dropped, her breathing slowed, she was gone.

"In here there's a girl. I think it's their daughter." A man with jet black hair and crooked teeth who smelled so bad of alcohol the girl could taste it. The man threw her over his shoulders and attempted to drag her away, but she kicked and screamed, "Mommy! Mommy! Please let me stay, please." the young girl cried. "Hey Frankie what do you want to do with her?" the young girl heard as she slipped away into the darkness. "Let's take her back to the boss. After all Frankie she is the Barona's daughter. Is they're anybody else alive what about the Barona himself? He dead?" a lean, tall olive toned man with deep green eyes spoke. "Nope they's all dead even da mother. Same she was a real looker!" Frankie laughed, his thick Italian accent made it hard to understand.

"Darling will you please get ready? Your father will be most upset with you if you don't give a good example for his friends." her mother smiled lovingly. "Yes mama." The young girl said as she pulled on her red velvet dress with black shiny slips. "My how you've grown baby girl! You'll make some lucky young man proud one day!" her mother gushed. "Mama I'm only seven years old boys are yucky and dirty!" the girl said making faces trying to imitate a smelly boy. Her mother laughed, She always loved her laugh it was just so-perfect and could brighten any poor glum soul. "Fiona? Ah here are my two favorite ladies!" the young girls father smiled as he walked in to give her other a deep loving kiss. "Papa that's gross!" the young girl joked shielding her eyes from this damnation. "Ah my Rosalie in time you will have some boy of your own!" Her father smiled as he smoothed her hair back and kissed her forehead. "Shall we go to this wonderful party now?" he yelled while picking up his daughter. All the while laughing with her mother close behind.

"Ah my Rosy very pretty!" aunt Rachael gushed. "You'll make some lad very happy!" Uncle Ray added. Soon the party started and kids and family danced and drank. Ate Penne with Lobster and shrimp. Around midnight the young girl searched for her father. She headed off to his study. She could hear voices yelling in there.

She reached for the knob and walked into his study. It went silent as they all looked at the small girl. She saw about 20 large men in suites with cigars watching the young girl intently.

"Come on Rosy let's go to bed its way too late for you to be up baby doll. The girl was in her room as her mother left. "Mama who are those people? The young girl asked. Those baby girl are the Ratonies, they are doing business with your father. I'll be right back." Her mother smiled sweetly. The rest was gun shots and bullets. The small girl ran to see what was happening. She saw her Aunt Rachael running towards her. "Come on Rosy!" she whispered. Her aunt took her back into her room." Now Rosy don't you come back out of this room!" her thick Italian accent sounded panicked. "Aunty what's going on?" she asked. "All in time baby doll now be quiet and don't you come out!" her aunt whispered. She lifted up her dress and pulled out a shiny black gun and gave her niece a kiss on the forehead and left with a prayer. The small girl ran and hid as she heard guns and screams. She watched as the door knob twisted and open slightly when it was suddenly slammed shut with barely a sound. The girl cried silently as she heard her Uncle Ray being shot eight times. Each time a bullet pierced his skin his body jerked against the door. She heard his dead body slump against the door and dragged away.

The small girl ran out of her room despite what her Aunt had told her and ran into the hall. Slowly she crept through the corridors. Climbing over bodies and hiding from the foreigners with huge guns. She saw her aunt and her aunt saw her. The girl would've ran to her but her aunts eyes said No. Then her aunt was shot twice, the girl stifled her scream and hugged her knees. She took one more look at her aunt and saw her mouth out, "Sorry baby doll". The girl heard her mother call for her and she ran to her voice. Every time she went forward her voice faded away. The girl heard three more shots and ran to the banister. There she saw her mama lying there almost motionless. She ran to her mother and took her hand in her own. "mama? Is you ok.?" She asked. "Baby girl are you alright?" her mother whispered hoarsely. "Mama is you ok?" The girl cried. "Yes baby doll the angels are waiting for me. Now be a good girl and grow up to be a strong young woman, ok?" her mothers whispers growing faint. "I love you Mama." She cried. "I know baby, now go." Her mother whispered and her hand dropped, her breathing slowed, she was gone.

"Gasp!" I sat up breathing hard; my deep black almost blue hair was matted against my face. Sweat glistened on my face, it stung. I ran my fingers through my matted thick hair and tried to calm myself. I had had that dream every 25 of the month for the past 14 years. I looked at my clock and it read 4:30 A.M. Since I was already awake I decided to get up and take a shower.

I looked at myself. I was alright I had nice olive skin, thick black almost blue hair and deep green eyes which I usually outlined with thick back liner. I usually had about 15 guys after me but papa usually scared them off. It was weird I didn't look a thing like my family. They all had light brown hair and brown eyes. Where I had almost blue hair with vibrant green eyes. I was also leaner than my sisters Josephine and Bella. While I was in the shower thinking, again.

I heard my name being called. "Rosy! Rosy!" my sister Bella called. "What?" I yelled through the door. "You have mail!" she answered as she pried the door open to give me my mail. "Thanks Bella. I'll see you at breakfast ok?" I said as I walked back to my bed. "Ok Rosy." She said as she walked off, she was 19 and my personal slave. I looked at the address;" 467 Penne drive, the Barona family" I said to myself. Why would our family rivals send me something?