GIOVANNI, violetta juliet

[violetta juliet giovanni]

VALKYRIECALIFORNIA

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VIOLETTA JULIET GIOVANNI
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INTO THE NIGHT
DESPERATE AND BROKEN
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SO, TELL ME. WHAT'S YOUR FULL NAME?

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"my full name is violetta juliet giovanni. most of my family and friends call me violet or vy."

AND HOW OLD ARE YOU?

"i am twenty five."

WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING?

"i own the giovanni art gallery. i buy and sell art to clients in valkyrie and the surrounding areas."

YOU SEEING ANYONE, OR ARE YOU SINGLE?

"i'm single."

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THE SOUND OF A FIGHT
FATHER HAS SPOKEN
THE PERSONALITY

IF YOU COULD DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN SEVEN WORDS WHAT WOULD THEY BE?

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"seven? well, i'm caring, compassionate, nice, forgiving, good listener, loyal, wise for my age, and gentle. i think that was eight."

WHAT KIND OF THINGS DO YOU LIKE?

"i love art and photography, having security, eating, roller blading, schooling, education, the beach, italy, los angeles, my family, the family name [even if i not apart of it], british literature, writing in her journal, sketching at the park, and hanging out with my son."

WHAT KIND OF THINGS DON'T YOU LIKE?

"i strongly dislike the irish mafia, guys who don't like my kid, people judging and assuming how i got pregnant, being looked down on, being under estimated, science, the book 'the scarlet letter', therapists, waking up in a cold sweat, nightmares, being criticized on my drawings but then who does like getting criticzied?"

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY WERE YOUR STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES?

"hm well, i know i am a good mother. i am also good at drawing and a good eye for pictures, i'm friendly with people, and am always supportive wtih my family. i like to think what i went through as a teenager only made me stronger.

my weaknesses are... well, my son will always be my number one. it's crazy how protective you get over your own child. you'd die for them. i'm a sucker for those sweet and romantic lines in movies and i have a thing for intelligent men. get me every time."

DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS?

"my family is the number one secret some could have. and most people think i just had a boyfriend and he's not in the picture anymore. no one really besides close friends and family know that i was raped when i was fifteen. you know, just normal secrets."

WHAT ARE YOU MOST SCARED OF?

"the irish taking my son away from me."

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WE WERE THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
WE WERE THE VICTIMS OF OURSELVES
THE HISTORY

TELL ME A LITTLE OF WHAT YOUR FAMILY IS LIKE?

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"my family is one big, cohesive unit. we're all italian and every celebration is one big party. i trust them all with my life."

WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?

"my father's name is vito, he is forty four, he like every other one of my uncles, is part of the family business. my mother is forty five, her name is lina, and she works in retail - personal shopper."

DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?

"no, i have no siblings. i have cousins that are like siblings, if that counts."

ANY OTHER RELATIVES CLOSE TO YOU?

"i have a son. his name is rocco and he is ten years old. the neatest kid i have ever met. then there is my cousin luca who is basically my brother. his wife, maggie, who i basically call my sister-in-law, cousin wrynn, and well, about twenty more cousins."

TELL ME THE STORY OF YOUR PAST?

"my father vito giovanni always wanted a big italian family of his own. he would later learn it was just going to be me he had. he was the second youngest giovanni, and always constantly got himself in trouble. my grandpa was always the one getting him out of it. vito was born in italy but lived his life in los angeles. when he was eighteen, he went back to naples, italy to visit family. that's when vito met my mother, his other half, according to him. the feelings were both extremely neutral and barely knowing each other for three weeks they eloped. it wasn't a big family wedding either. it was vito, lina, and lina's twin sister as the witness. kind of surprising. the family thought so too. so pretty much nine months later, i was born . it was fast fast fast for my parents and everything was simple. we all lived in italy.

even if things were simple, it didn't make it easy. my parents did have a hard time raising me, though it was because they were young. they always taught me to never go to bed angry, which they followed. my childhood home is my favorite place to this day. the house was small and quaint, only one floor. there was a beautiful garden surrounding the sides and backyard, cobblestone steps led to the wooden front door. the windows were always always open, with a small breeze of fresh air constantly filling the house. you have a pretty good idea how it looked? it was like out of a story book. i think that's where the birthplace of my artistic creativty was. i use to lay in the grass for hours, staring up at the clouds, making shapes out and animals, you know. i started drawing and my parents saw i had an eye for color and detail, so they had me in classes.

when i was thirteen, we got a call from the states. my grandfather was dead. he had been shot by the irish during a war. a lot my aunts and uncles that weren't living in los angeles but after the news, they packed up their families and moved. my father was one of those people. once we moved there, some of us moved into the mansion, which housed a lot of us. i met a lot of my cousins, and i know had kids my own age to talk to. of course, at the time, i didn't know my grandfather was the don giovanni. since i was one of the older ones, it wasn't long before i found out. i wasn't against it. sure, there was the fear of someone here one day and gone the next, but i didn't have a problem with it. women rarely advanced in the mafia anyway, and besides, i wanted to paint and draw. even if all of us are really close as a big family, everyone really lets you be your own person if you truly wanted to be. support was what made us run. everyone was happy. for those first couple years in los angeles were easy. i had my art lessons after school, i was also in ballet. i got along with all my cousins. when i was fifteen, my cousin, luca, joined us all when his family moved to los angeles too. we sort of had this instant connection. he was really into photography, i was into painting, we had a shared interest in the arts, so we got a long really well. i like to think he is like the brother i never had. we both had art lessons after school. well, his was for photography and mine was for painting, but they were both in the same building. we both had lessons at 2 pm and it ended at 3. one day, my lessons got out five minutes early. who would have guessed it would have made that much of a difference in my life.

always at three, a black cadillac was always there to pick me and luca up and take us back to the mansion. when i got out there, the black car was already there. i got in without thinking much of it. that's when i realized, luca wasn't sitting next to me. i knew immediately i had got into the wrong car. i tried to do everything my father tried teaching me to do in situations like this. i never knew i actually had to do it. but, they were just too strong. i saw the driver had a four leaf clover tattoo. it was the irish and they were kidnapping me. i tried to fight them off, but they were too strong and i was out when one of them punched me into the car window. when i woke up, i was a handcuffed to a pole. everything that had previously happened started coming back to me. art lessons, wrong car, the irish. for some reason i yelled the first thing i could think of, which was 'help.' the door opened at the top of the stairs. the person.... it was connor. already, he was making comments, and i didn't say anything other than my family would find me. and they were looking for me. they knew it was the irish, and were really searching for me. i was held there for three days. on the second day, connor and his father came back to ask me questions. i was slapped, roughed up a little, they were trying to frighten me, and even if it was working, i tried not to show it. they kidnapped me to get information about a future weapons deal my family was going to do. i mean, i knew some things, but i didn't know specifics. so, i held my ground. i knew they were going to kill me, so i'd rather die not saying anything then telling my family secrets and dying. i guess some people don't get it. the loyalty you have to a group, you won't say anything, even if your life depended on it.

the third day... the third day was when i was rescued. it was also when... when it happened. after another day of grueling questions and no answers from my part i was told i had till tomorrow or i was going to die. that night, i was still tied to the pole when connor came down reeking of alcohol and he uncuffed me. i took my chance and started running of the stairs. but, he... uh, grabbed my feet and i was dragged down the stairs. he held me down and... and. sorry.... i need a minute.... no i'm fine.... yes, i can continue. um, anyway, he pulled on my clothes and ripped them. i tried to fight him off but somehow a drunk fool is stronger than a fifteen year old. well, he raped me, and right after he was finished he got up and walked back upstairs, yeah, just like that. he didn't even both to cuff me to the poll again. and then, i jsut laid there, i really couldn't even move. i think i was down there another half hour when i heard gunshots coming from upstairs and then five minutes later, one of my cousins, alberto jr, my uncle fausto's odest son, was crouched over me asking if i was alright. i couldn't even muster anything out and he picked me up and we left the basement. upstairs, there were more of my uncle fausto's men. my father one of them. they're questions were few, but i knew that they knew what happened.

i stayed silent for the longest time, i didn't mention anything that happened in the basement. until weeks passed and i missed my period. it's strange, but i just knew. i knew. i didn't want to tell my parents. i thought it was my fault. i should have been more careful, from the car to fighting more. i told the only person i was really really close to. luca. he somehow convinced me to tell my parents. after that, i was pregnant and sixteen and it sucked. i'm not going to lie. the looks i got at school. i mean, i still went to high school witht he majority of my cousins, and i was never really seen without luca, or paolo, or alberto. they walked me to class, stood next to me by my lockers, and they threatened anyone that said anything to me. it was sweet. nine months later, i gave birth to a little boy. i named him rocco. he was my pride. even if i went through all those hardships. it was really hard though. even if i had my mom and aunts around me all the time, i took care of him the most. i was homeschooled the rest of the time and enrolled at ucla two years after i had rocco.

i was there for art, i was doing really well. i was still terrified of connor after alberto told me he was still alive. i started having nightmares, and feared i was being followed. by connor or the irish. my uncle fausto knew how upset i was, and suggested i move myself and rocco down to valkyrie, where he had his family leaving. i moved and transfered to valkyrie university. i lived with my aunt and her kids, my cousins. eventually i moved into my own apartment. connor ended up finding me, but i guess i should have known that would eventually happen. he didn't know i had rocco, and when he did he was angry. he ekpt trying to get in contact with me and rocco, but i wasn't having it.

i got older, so did rocco, i graduated from college and got a job buying and selling paintings in my cousin, luca's, gallery. connor has been coming back know though, thinking he should be able to see rocco. he's the head boss of the irish mafia, you know? yeah, so you can see how rocco would be a very valuable to the irish mafia. he could be caught in the middle and i don't think he knows how dangerous that is. i know i can only protect him for so long, but if i haven't learned anything so far in my life is that anything can happen. sometimes for the best, and sometimes for the worse."

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MAYBE THE CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD
BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
THE EARTHQUAKE

SO, YOU KNOW THE EARTHQUAKE THAT OCCURRED ON JANUARY 7TH, 2012?

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"of course i know about the earthquake"

WHERE WERE YOU THE DAY OF THE EARTHQUAKE? WHAT DID YOU DO?

"i was working in the art gallery. luckily, rocco was with me that day. we just took cover under one of the tables."

DID YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT WAS AFFECTED BY THE EARTHQUAKE?

"since most of my family lives here, i was worried about them all. thankfully, none of them were seriously injured. it's such a shame that so many people were killed. nothing like this has ever happened in valkyrie before."

WELL, THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO TALK TO ME. HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE REST OF YOUR DAY.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

WE STOLE OUR NEW LIVES
THROUGH BLOOD AND PAIN
THE ROLEPLAYER

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