La Diabla

Chapter 2

167..... 168.....169..... I dropped down on the ground from exhaustion of doing so many push ups at a time.

WHACK!!

Next thing I know my foster father send the whip flying across my back at full force causing me to scream out in pain. We do this every morning and if I don't do it to his liking then he causes me pain. Mostly whips but if he wants to have more fun then he brings out the knifes.

"FASTER!! You useless whore!" He screamed in my face causing me to flinch away.

I tried to get back up onto my arms but they just wouldn't want to work anymore, I see Enzo (foster father) walk over to the weapons table and pull out the special knife he likes to use to carve into my back.

He walks over to me with a sick glint in his eye, the one he always uses when he tortures me, and I start to tremble. He grabs me by the hair and rips me off the floor to get into the proper position to start the carving.

And let the pain begin....

I wake up in a cold sweat with my sheets thrown around the room and my breathing uneasy. I trace the scars on my back and shiver in pain when I remember when I got them only at the age of 10. And it has just gotten worse from there, with them coming up with new ways to torture me.

I look at my old clock sitting on the floor next to me and see the time. It's almost time to set my plan in action. Revenge....

Even with all of my skills I acquired while training I still wont be able to just kill Karen and Enzo and it's because Enzo runs the most powerful Italian mafia in the world, and their known for their torture methods. The only others that are more violent then them is the Mexican cartel, I never met them but they are going to be a part of my big plan.

AT 9:30 my foster parents leave for a special meeting meaning that in about 20 minutes I'm going to pack a bag sneak into their bedroom and steal the special burner phone that Enzo uses for my missions.

20 minutes later...

I hear the door slam closed and thank the gods that they didn't bother me this morning. Technically I'm supposed to be in school right now but whatever, I'm known for my rebellious acts and I know everything their teaching me already. When I was smaller I got bored and read a lot of books and I gains my smarts from there, I also learned thirteen different languages.

So now I play the waiting game...

Lots of time later....

Ding! Dong!

Bingo

I rush downstairs excited to look out the peephole and see two police officers there.

I calm my facial expressions and open the door with a blank face, if there was one thing I learned during my encounters with the police is that they always read into your emotions.

"OMG! Blake is that you, I haven't seen you in 2 weeks, I promise I didn't do anything this time"

Yes I am familiar with a lot of police officers in this city mostly from getting arrested all the time, what can I say laws are meant to be broken.

Blake sighs and says, "No Zarita you surprisingly didn't do anything this time, it's your foster parents, they were currently arrested for human trafficking"

On the inside I am smirking that my plan worked and I no longer have to live with those monsters, but on the outside I mocked a shocked expression and said, "Oh god, I couldn't imagine them doing something like that"

"We are sorry but we need you to pack your things and come to the station with us" The second officer said"

"Yes sir" I solute and marched up the stairs to grab my very little things.

In my ratty old black bag I stuff in my three shirts and two pairs of pants and run downstairs.

"Ready"

I hop into the police car with the officers and chuckle thinking about it being the first time I'm back here and not actually doing something illegal.

10 minutes later

We step out of the car and into the station without a word. Officer Blake leads me to a investigation room and I look around and see a familiar mirror and a metal chair and desk.

I sit down on the opposite side of officer Blake and wait for the questions to start raining in. This was the part I was dreading.

He opened his mouth and questions started pouring out, I just sighed and answer saying I knew nothing about their business. But then a question popped into my head.

"Hey if my foster parents are in jail then where will I be staying?"

"Well I had a officer process your DNA to see if you have any relatives currently living but we wont get the results for another thirty minutes"

Oh shit, I thought I was just going to get thrown into another foster home, but now I'm getting thrown back to my family. My loving caring family.

Questions started stirring in my head. What if they don't like me anymore, now that I have changed? Will they hit me like Enzo and Karen? Will they punish me?

My body began to shake and I felt a cold sweat span across my body, my vision started to get darker and the next thing I knew I was on the floor unconscious.