The Mafias Daughter

EMMALINE

You filthy slut!

Don’t touch that food or your hand is coming off.

Here little Emmy Emmy… Come here Emmy dear!

Awe poor little Emma, no one to help you?

Your mother should have thought twice about the consequences of leaving you behind!

‘It’s not her fault,’ she thought as she ran. ‘Her mother would have never left her had she known what would happen. Surely not.’

Emmaline had been on the run ever since she turned 16. That was 6 years ago. She had gone all the way from Chicago, Illinois to Salt Lake City, Utah.

After leaving Illinois she traveled by foot to Missouri. There she stayed for a year, worked, and lived in an apartment; then he found her so she had to jump on a bus and travel to Nebraska. She had stayed there for a year as well before he found her again.

She had stolen a car and drove it from Nebraska to Utah before dumping it a few towns back. She’d been staying in alleyways this time thinking that maybe it would leave less of a trace. She thought she was right for four long and hard years.

Till today.

She was closing alone at her work when his three goons broke in. They had tried to kidnap her by knocking her over the head with a bottle but she fought back. They had managed to hit her a few times, toss her around a bit, and give her a few good cuts along her face and arms; her work clothes would have to be thrown away.

She had once lived with a gang back in Chicago called the Demon Dragons. She wouldn’t have decided to live there but it wasn’t her choice. It was her mother's. She was born into the Demon Dragons and she had the markings to prove it.

She would have stayed at the house despite the pain she endured. She wasn’t sure why but her heart ached for the good times she had once had there. She wondered if a part of her had hoped they would go back to those good days. Deep down though she knew that wasn’t true. Especially not now that she ran. Not when she was accused of a traitorous crime against her family.

She hadn’t committed a crime, though, no one would believe her. She hadn’t murdered anyone if that’s what you’re thinking. No. No, she was accused of sleeping with the son of the Scarlet Death gang's boss. The same son that happened to be living in London, England then and now.

She wasn’t sure who started the rumor but it destroyed any chance of a treaty with the British gang. They had been on the verge of war and her boss had been furious to find out the rumor. When he did he immediately contacted the Scarlet Death gang to beg for forgiveness.

Of course, the Scarlet Death Gang had no idea what he was talking about and deemed the treaty void based on his ludicrous behavior and pansy pleading. They declared war and would shoot on sight. Her boss had been furious with her and had blamed her. He took her from her mother and was beaten as punishment.

Shortly after, her mother had been found shot in the head; the bullet was never found. After that day her boss had chained her up and tortured her daily.

She was 12.

She couldn’t shake the memories as they clouded her sight.

You little whore!

Who are you to think you can sleep with whoever you please?

Now now Emmy, I didn’t mean it. You’re a sweet little girl.

Don’t close your eyes, Emma. You close them and I swear I will carve this into your skin.

Her stomach twisted at the last memory as she finally made it back to her campsite. She was finally able to clear her head as she grabbed her belongings and stuffed them into a duffel bag.

Bang

She whipped her head around to see the three goons her boss had sent after her. They had tried to rape her during the kidnapping and the evidence was clear on their bodies. Their rods were smashed hard between their legs and pants, their shirts were ripped and blood was scattered across two of them. One had a black eye already. Her hand flexed at the memory.

‘Nasty perverts.’

She quickly took off towards the other end of the alley and ran until she burst out onto a road. She ran across it, nearly killing herself multiple times. She had lost them though. She had made it to the other side and had turned around to see no one but passing cars.

Though they were out of sight, she didn’t give it another moment's thought. She turned back around and ran in between another set of buildings. She ran for a few more blocks till she finally stopped at a bus stop.

She glanced around and saw no one so she quickly started to change. She grabbed her sweatshirt and threw it over her blood-covered shirt and pulled it off from underneath. She then put her leggings on underneath her skirt and pulled them off once her leggings were on. She grabbed her socks and old, worn-down tennis shoes and slipped off her shredded black flats.

Once changed and adjusted she grabbed her work clothes and tossed them out. A pang of guilt stabbed at her heart at the thought of how she left the store.

The door had been broken down and multiple tables and chairs had been broken. Bullet holes littered the walls and blood smeared the floors; her blood mostly.

They had gotten a few shards of glass stuck in her hair and head and across her cheek. Her left arm had been cut from her shoulder to her wrist after they had thrown her up against a broken table. It was an ugly cut that probably would get infected but she’d have to deal with that later.

She ran to the bus stop as the bus pulled up and opened its doors. She ran up the steps and grabbed what little cash she had left from her pocket and handed it to the driver.

“However far this will take me please,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

The man eyed her curiously, taking in her mangled form. He glanced at the money in hand and stuffed it into his jar.

“Ride as long as you want. The bus never stops. If you’re on when the next driver starts, I’ll let them know you’re good to go for as long as you need.”

Her smile faltered at his response. “Th-thank you,” she stuttered.

The man nodded and closed the doors. She thanked her lucky stars for the driver she was given tonight and walked to the very back of the bus.

As she sat down she couldn’t help but hope that maybe this time she’d get away for good. She closed her eyes and let sleep take her away.

How could you!? You took everything from us! From me!

What a filthy little animal you are.

Rot in hell beast.

Some Demon Dragon you are, you filthy savage!

How can a father look at that traitorous face?

She awoke suddenly from her ever-flowing nightmares. The bus was still moving but a new driver was now in the front seat; an old woman it looked like. It was late at night or early in the morning, she couldn’t tell.

As she looked around the bus she noticed she was the only one on. Deciding to try out what was left of her courage, she walked up to the driver's seat and sat right behind it. The old lady glanced up in her rearview mirror and looked at her before looking back to the road.

“Where are we?”

The old lady looked back at her again. “California. The next stop is San Diego.” Her voice was soft and caring. As if she knew everything she had just been through.

“Okay. I think I’ll get off there then. Thank you… for you know… doing this,” she said timidly. The old lady simply nodded her head keeping her eyes on the road in front of her.

She got up and walked back to her seat and not twenty minutes later were they pulling up to the next stop. She grabbed her bag and walked off the bus giving a small nod to the woman before she drove off.

‘So this is home…’