Ophelia | 18+

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑4

•THE SHINE IN AN EMERALD•

His little hands trembled and his red cheeks stained with tears as his normal excited grey eyes now shined with sadness and fear.

My eighteen year old self shielded his small frame as the whip came hard in his direction. My cries filled the room as the whip left red marks on my soft skin. His small hands wrapped around my neck as he tried to protect me from the wrath of the man who called himself our father.

"Dad, please stop" he softly spoke in his baby voice as his eyes once again filled with tears, the only difference was that this time those shining drop were filled with anger,hatred that I never thought I would ever see in the eyes of my three year old brother.

All of sudden the torture came to stop and the monster walked away from us. My eyes followed his action as he picked up the keys from the table and walked towards our mother's room.

For a second my body relaxed thinking that he was no where near us but as soon as my mother's shouts and cries reached my ears, I pulled my little brother into my embrace trying to protect his innocent soul. A sob left my mouth as everything went silent and the gun shots filled the air, three times continuously.

"Mommy"

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I felt empty. My body ached from the uncomfortable position I was in as I kept my  eyes closed in fear of the new obstacle life would throw at me and I would be too weak and fragile to face it.

Life from the begining was like a ocean of struggles and regret for me. The struggle to find freedom that I craved and the regret to be born in this world where there were more servant of hatred than masters of love.

It took time but I realised that life can be painful but that doesn't give you an excuse to give up. I realised that just because you are struggling doesn't mean you are failing. It took time but I understood how all those cries, fire to escape and the bloodbath changed me into the strong & fierce creature I was today.
I learnt to light a lamp
to illuminate the dark hole
I resided in.

Reality hit me like a milestone and my emerald eyes fluttered open with passion in them. Passion to fight the chains that  kept me attached to ground while I tried to leap for the sky full of spherical luminous balls.

Darkness

All I saw was dark and yet
I was too familiar with it to be scared. Since I was a child, I loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the melancholy darkness of night.

I tried to move my hands searching for an escape similar to a bird trapped in the golden cage but my attempt were failed as the ropes were too strong around my wrist for me to run away.

All of a sudden the lights of the room were switched on making my emerald eyes flutter close at the sharp brightness falling directly in my eyeballs.

Slightly opening my eyes again I saw my raven strands cover my vision making me realise that my blonde wig was no more covering my identity.

The sound of hushed whispers reached my ears soon followed by heavy footsteps. I was supposed to feel that pain and sorrow knocked on my door but the truth was that I felt nothing which was the worst part for them. I was too familiar with such scenes to be afraid of the future.

A man dressed in black suit stood in front of me which strong muscles which were similar to that of Hulk and I whistled at him before giving him a naughty wink.

"Looking hot bitch, got a big dick in there,huh?"

The words left my mouth with a smirk but the man's face remained stoic as if my words just entered his one ear and left from other. Ungrateful bitch.

Seeing still no change on his expression, I let out a sigh thinking when some drama will begin. This was getting too boring now and I internally wished that I had porn website open in front of me while hulk completed his task of looking at me like a lifeless fish.

I rested my head against the smooth surface of wall behind me and let my eyes roam around the room in search for some window or door. I was about to come up with some plan when abruptly the opening of the gates sound came and the man of the hour, Mr. Rossi stepped in.

He had tousled jet black hairs, which were thick and lustrous. His mesmerising aqua blue eyes once again came into my view and I felt myself get lost in them for a second.His usually playful smile that I saw back at the club now had drawn into a hard line across his face.

His perfect lips were ripe for kissing as my eyes moved down to his physique and I gulped involuntary. His bare chest was on full display as dark lines formed a creature similar to wolf that showcased loyalty, struggle and wisdom.

My eyes widened in shock as realization hit me like a cold wind. I finally realised why those tattoos looked so similar, why that particular face had the power to hold some control over me. Mr.Rossi was not some important person, in fact he was the king of the mafia world.

It was said that Dante Rossi was like a treasure that showed his face once in a while and whenever he did, it was only to be embedded in the memory of his haters. He was like a storm that could destroy your home in seconds and built it back whenever he wished. He was not only a powerful man who held power but also the italian mafia's boss.

Whoever said "expect the unexpected happenings" was absolutely right.

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