“WAKE UP YOU LAZY WHORE,” my so-called sweet dad(note the sarcasm) called out or more like yelled at me. I climbed down the ladder from my so-called room and threw my hair into a messy bun and ran into the living room.
The next thing I know was that I was flung across the room and landed on the floor with my head hitting the corner of the table, making me bleed. My sweet dad was towering over me. “YOU LAZY (KICK) IDIOTIC (KICK) FUCKING WHORE (KICK). YOU (PUNCH) ARE A SORRY EXCUSE (KICK) OF A HUMAN.”
More kicks and punches and even assaulting my lady bits(hope you know😩😩) he was finally done with me and zipped his pants. “Get out of my sight and make me my breakfast you useless piece of shit,” he said more like screamed and gave me one last kick and I screamed in pain.
I made him breakfast, limped to the bathroom, took a shower wincing when the hot water touched my bruised ribs and stomach. I had bruises along my inner thigh which were from my father’s hands due to lust. I shook my head in disgust and after feeling physically clean, I came out, dried myself, and dressed. Shit! Sorry guys. I forgot to introduce myself.
My name is Violet Grace Jacob. I have soft long hair in brown that is complicated to explain, reaching till below my bum. I am 12 yrs old and my mom died 5 yrs ago, leaving me in the clutches of Jacob, my so-called dad.
He abuses me physically, emotionally, and mentally. He injected me with different things and made me attain puberty at 11. Then he sexually started abusing me. I looked at the calendar and my eyes watered. It was my mom’s anniversary tomorrow. I loved to dance, paint, sing, read, write, and believe in ‘live and let live’ and ‘to love and be loved.'
I went and took the necklace my mom gave me, telling me to never take it off. But yes; eventually I had to remove it to protect it from Jacob’s clutches. It was a butterfly and a heart. The butterfly had bambina inscribed on it and the heart had sorellina inscribed on it.
The heart always confused me. Whose little sister was I? Where were they? And many questions filled my head. When I asked my mother, she told me that I never had siblings and when I claimed to remember having siblings, she called the memory bullshit.
But somehow I held on to the hope that I indeed had siblings and prayed to God that I wanted to see them just once.
I finished my schooling already. I was homeschooled the entire time and luckily, I had a very high IQ. Jacob was always demanding. By the time I was 10, I had finished 11th grade. I was a technology expert and loved hacking people. But I never did it.
A/N: Hey lovelies, here is the first chapter of The Mafia Princess. Hope you enjoyed it. I know it is a short chapter but please bear with me.