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            Hi. My name is Carmen Rameraz, and I am the daughter… of a mob boss.  I am here to tell how growing up in that position influenced the decision I am about to make.

            My father always bought me clothes that made me look like a geek.  He wanted to make it so boys didn’t like me.  He succeeded, but caused a lot of damage as well.

What he did made me have no friends.  I was the weird girl.  If you were friends with me, then you were threatened by my father’s way of life, and by the other kids at school.  If you nodded at me in the hallway or exchanged a pleasant hello, you were talked to, at the end of the day, by the bullies of my school.  They would say that I was some kind of deranged lunatic just because of what my father was.

Once, a girl ignored them.  She continued to become my friend.  I thought that I might finally have a chance at being able to rely on someone other than myself.  My father dumped her body into the river.

He also put the idea into my head, that I am not pretty.  He made me look as ugly as possible, no makeup, out of style clothes.  When I did get my hands on some mascara, he beat me.  He blamed my mother so he beat her to.  Then he broke the container in half, dumped all the contents in the trash; then threw it all away.  He is the main bastard behind all the problems in my life.

So I took off.  I ran as fast as I could to the car rental and got a new car.  I stopped at different ones across the country.  I kept exchanging cars so he couldn’t find me.  I bleached my hair, and after loading my face with makeup, I wasn’t the same person anymore.  I stopped in Bar Harbor, Maine.

There I met this man.  His name was Jason.  He was tall with brown hair and brown eyes.  They reminded me of deep pools of chocolate that I just felt like relaxing in for the rest of my life.  He was so good to me.  He loved me and cared for me deeply.  I loved him to.

But then something terrible happened.  I discovered that I was being followed more and more frequently.  So I did what mob daughter do best.  I walked into an alley all by myself.

He came up behind me and tried to push me to the ground in an arm bar.  I punched him in the groin; then I put my red stilettos on his throat.

“Carmen… you shouldn’t scare our father like that,” he said while pulling off his mask.  My eyes widened. I stared in shock at my brother.  He tried to take advantage of that to get up, but I pushed him back down.

“What are you doing here Anthony?” I asked, “Are you working for daddy, to bring me back?”

He stared at me, and I knew.  “Why Toni?”

“Because I need the money,” he said.  He stared at me ashamed.  I had always been so close to my big brother.  He was the one who taught me how to fight, how to deal with the people at school, and most importantly, how to deal with our father.

I glared at him. “So you are willing to sell me out just so you can get some easy cash?” I hissed threw clenched teeth.

“Yes,” he said, “but I’m going to help you if you let me up.”

“Tell me what you are proposing, and then I will let you up.”

He glared right back, but told me anyway. “I’m proposing that I tell dad that I saw O’Neil find you, that he chased you, but then you pulled out a gun.  You pointed it at said and said ‘Don’t make me’ and he said ‘You don’t have the guts you worthless piece of shit.’  Then you will back to the bridge on the Pier, point the gun at your forehead, shoot and be blown over the edge into the water.  He will presume you are dead, and leave you alone.  I assume that’s what you want?”

“What makes me so sure that I can trust you?” I asked my gaze narrowing.

“I swear it on Olympia Cyclone,” my eyes widened.  Olympia Cyclone was a game we used to play when we were kids.  It was code for pretending to have a normal family.  I had forgotten about that.

I let him up and I didn’t ever hear from him again, him or my father.  I married Jason, and soon we had a daughter of our own, Olivia.  After a few months I discovered that he was cheating on me.  My impulsive anger took over…and I killed her.  Jason was disgusted so I took Olivia and ran.  He never looked for me.