A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

Alena

Most of my childhood memories were lost among the midst of growing up because I was always in survival mode, filtering off the bad ones. Nobody knew how hard it was to sneak around when my parents weren't looking just to catch a glimpse of what was happening. Blood. Guns and knives.

Those things were common in this family. Papa-my father tried to keep me away from the life he was born into because he said it was too dangerous. Imagine the look on my face when I turned fifteen and he immediately started teaching me on how to hold a gun to someone's head.

The damn irony.

What was he even thinking? Shielding me from harm's way but as soon as I was fifteen, he showed me everything. The things he was hiding me from, the business talks at night and his men who somehow ended up disappearing. Only they didn't disappear. They were just six feet under.

"In this world, there is only survival." His words were loud and clear, tattooed in my mind.

Now, don't get me wrong. He was the perfect father to his three children and a loving husband to Mama but to the Bratva, he was a merciless leader. They feared him but the most important thing of all, they respected him.

Papa did everything to make us happy. He taught us the things any father would, like to ride a bike, setting up camp and how to drive. He was there, he was present in our lives, and he gave us everything he had.

It was just, sometimes, I had to remove the uneasiness of knowing he was a killer.

A cold-blooded killer.

Alexei, my brother, was three years older than me. The minute he turned eighteen, every single responsibility was given to him whether he liked it or not, but I think, he enjoyed the power he had and the women who threw themselves at him.

He was like Papa, always worrying about the family and our safety because he was scared that one day, someone might put a bullet in his head and left the rest of us to fend for ourselves.

Then again, Papa wanted nothing more than a strong family. He taught us how to hunt, how to run and how to kill. He wanted us to defend ourselves if things ever went wrong.

Remember how he said there is only survival in this world? Well, he made sure we never forgot who we were. We weren't any ordinary family, and we would never be. As much as I tried to deny the fact, we were Bratva itself.

Most of my girlfriends grew up becoming socialites.

The shop-till-you-drop kind of socialites. The mingling-with-rich-men kind of socialites. The always-wearing-high-heels kind of socialites. The perfect kind of socialites.

So, imagine the look on Papa and Mama's faces when I told them I wanted to become a doctor. An orthopedic, even.

Well, Mama was okay with it because she always convinced me to follow my heart. She knew the future was in my hands even though Papa was trying to kill my future plans. It took me awhile to finally convince him that I was never going to be like my friends. I was never going to shop every day, drink wine and socialize my night away because despite being in a family where killing was normal, I actually wanted to save lives.

That was when the persuading started.

No, not from me but from him.

I had always wanted a dog since I was ten, but he never wanted one. He wasn't very fond of furry animals, so I was surprised when I found myself waking up to him holding a golden retriever puppy. The golden retriever puppy even had a red bowtie around his neck. Did that hold me back from wanting to go to medical school? No.

The persuading just kept going on and on.

After the 'puppy surprise', he brought home a pink Aston Martin the next day. A Vanquish Zagato Aston Martin. I told him to stop wasting his money because nothing was going to change my mind.

Oh boy, it didn't stop there. A bouquet of sunflowers every morning on my bed. Flight tickets for a trip to Maldives. New designer handbags.

I was spoilt in different ways, and I took the opportunity to enjoy everything.

"You'd be drowning in books, Alena!" He said, pacing the room back and forth before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I don't mind. I've always loved learning,"

"I've given you everything, my love. You don't have to struggle for anything in your life," he walked closer towards me as he grabbed a hold of my hand.

Mama smiled as she grabbed Papa's hands, "Your daughter has passion."

"She doesn't have to go through all of the trouble." He shook his head.

"Papa, growing up, you taught me to always stand up for myself. You taught me to be strong and independent. You also taught me to have dreams and be passionate in the things I love. I'm becoming the woman you taught me to be," I said. "You're a Bratva princess." He stood tall.

Mama kept caressing his arm while occasionally glancing at me.

"I don't want to have anything to do with the mafia, Papa. You know that."

"You were born into it, whether you like it or not."

"Well, I don't like it!" I walked away, sighing.

Papa's green eyes stared into mine. I knew he was holding back his anger because he felt as if I was never grateful for the things, he provided for us. All the love, the attention and the never ending wants. I had broken his heart into two.

"I'm leaving to medical school. If you don't want to support me in any way, I'll just get a part-time job. I'd do whatever it takes for me to achieve my dreams," I muttered as my vision blurred with tears.

Then, I pushed the doors and stormed out of the room-bumping into Alexei, who was eavesdropping in the hallway.

Our eyes collided for a few seconds.

wanted to give me what I wanted. We were always close because of the little age-gap we had. I guess we just understood each other better but he was in no position to offer me the things I wanted. So, he kept

my surprise, Papa ended

so, and he was never the man to deny her. Mama won his heart from the moment they first met. They were endless lovers, not just husband

out of sight. He was lurking in the shadows, always keeping an eye on me, and probably reported everything to Papa but it didn't bother me much because I got what I wanted. I got the chance

the days were bad.

We talked, occasionally.

was always asking whether things were going great. She kept up with my daily life in university. Papa never called

too.

he asked Mama about me. Whenever I saw Igor, I knew he was keeping me safe by having him

children, Igor?" I asked, as I took a bite of my

enjoying the warm breeze. It was my regular routine to go on an afternoon walk and Igor would

was never off-guard, always checking around if we would somehow be ambushed

he was assigned to

"How old is he?"

"He just turned ten."

"Don't you miss him?"

"All the time."

should spend time with

replied, and it didn't take me long to meet his

"What? Why not?"

find out about our families, and we wouldn't be a target if

he was forced to accept this life, too. He was born into it, just like me. Maybe if he could, he would've wanted a different life. A different

things had to be

was, at the age of thirty,

eyes were red because the last time I slept

cursed, making

red, but I assumed it wasn't from the lack of sleep, she just started her shift but probably from all the crying the restroom. She tried to fix her hair by

okay?"

just having a bad

"Is it John?"

Do I look like I've been crying?" She asked, turning to look at me as she blinked a few times as if that was going

a thing." My lips curved into

"Alena ..."

If you're unhappy, you don't have to put up with

me to be there for him all the time when it's pretty obvious, I can't. He's a

tried the whole 'communication is key'

figure things out.

balm on her lips. "Don't worry about me,

"I'm off tomorrow."

the rest of your day off

sorrows away." I joked, leaving the restroom, and heading

my wristwatch, seeing that I have

to look back and meet my younger self, I never thought she'd make it this far. The whole journey to

soon as he saw me. He was always like that. Some nurses said he was looking forward to meeting me even though he was only

fair share of flirtatious patients. They were

she is, my favorite

you haven't touched

you many times. Just

night?" One of the nurses walked in, taking a pen and a notepad in case

slept okay. Thanks to the painkillers you prescribed

discharge

thirty-five. He fell off the stairs at his house and

had a crush on an older woman. He never seemed

you how mesmerizing

met, "I received compliments

them. You're

I smiled, leaning back before checking the machine on his right,

... perhaps,

patients about my marital status if they started to get a bit hopeful. I had been asked out on dates and I had politely declined each one of them. The easiest escape

be too crazy to bother a married

finger." He glanced down at my hands,

to hear anything. She wanted to laugh, and it was obvious she was holding it back, but I kept my poker face on, ignoring

when I'm working. It's an expensive piece."

and occasionally glancing at my direction a few times. She was quite close

for your recovery. I'll see you next week," Karla

close to her chest. "That would

"Twentieth."

from all the

off compliments." I

shift's over. You had a long one. Please,