Innocent ✔️

Prologue

"Mom!" I screamed, wanting to run toward her but I couldn't. Two strong arms with so many inks were pulling me out the room but I kept fighting to stay in place.

Why is it a new year today? Why every new year has to be so bad? I hated it. I am growing up when I didn't want to. The more I grow up, the more I realize how much I hate my life.

"Take her out. She is only twelve. She can't be seeing this. Please Peter. " She screamed at the man that was holding a knife in front of her stomach.

One of the two guys that were standing behind him walked toward me and started to pull me out of the room.

"No! Mom!" I turned to him and pushed his tattooed hand away but he was much stronger than me to even realized I hit him. "Please have mercy on us." I was probably too young but I was old enough to know what is happening. My vision became so blurry and my tears weren't helping.

"Take her out, please. Go with him Anastasia." My mother yelled at me. Looking at her, I tried as hard as I could to ignore the amused smile on the monster's lips in front of her.

He let out a small laugh before turning to walk around my mother, stopped his movements just behind her, teasing her waist with the cold metal in his hand. My eyes were focused on the cross tattooed on his arm.

I stood there between the arms of the guy behind me that was pulling me away, waiting for any more moves but when I looked at his arm I saw the same tattoo of Peter, the cross. I looked back at my mother's face to see her eyes shut close, shaking from fear, not knowing when it's gonna happen or what will happen for that matter. Only him knew and that was fearing me as well.

"I don't know about you but I'd think...it would be much better if she watched what I can do to you because of what you did, wouldn't it be fun?" His British accent rang in my ears perfectly.

"Please," begged my mother under his hold. "Tell him to take her out and go to her brother."

My brother. He doesn't even know what is happening here. He is working to please this monster and get money but it was never enough. He always asks for more than he should and we were in no place to say no.

"But I can't. She has to know what are the consequences of sinners. Ain't I just right?" He looked at me with that stupid smirk on his pierced lips, scanning my hidden body under my messy dirty dress. I looked back at him with a disgusting look. The life I've been through was living hell because of his present in it. He was the reason of my father's death and here he is, wanting to kill my mother. After my father's death everything went wrong and he took more advantage of how weak we were, how weak we are. He played with us, we were a game to amuse him and we couldn't do anything to stop him. Who are we to stop him? He was one of those British of the North Side. The powered side of the whole country. We always slept with one eye open, scared of who would come in and kill us or do whatever he pleases, even if we can't do anything to stop him.

"She saw enough!" My mother coldly said, trying as hard as she could to stay strong but her shaky voice wasn't helping. "Take her out of here, please." She looked at the guy that was holding me but as soon as she finished her sentence, a slap sound rang in the room, hurting my own ears, followed by my loud scream that got set free as soon as I saw a hand on my mother's cheek. He looked at me with an angry gaze causing my hands to fly to my mouth to block the screams that wanted to brake free. His eyes flew back to my mother that was now laying on the floor and said "My says are orders here, Jocelyn. What I say is what will happen and I said she stays, didn't I? Until I say she can leave, she stays. Understood, McLeod?"

My mother was shaking on the floor. I looked back at the monster standing by her side to see him getting ready to kick her side. I tried to scream but my mother's made me just freeze in place. His shoe met her side one more time made me shut my eyes closed. I can't watch this and sit in place doing nothing but as soon as I heard her yelp out of pain, my eyes went wide open and all I saw was her blood dripping down her forehead, everything else was slowly fading away and the only color I saw was red, bloody red.

"Mom!" I finally found my voice, the scream was low but it was loud enough to be heard by all ears in the room.

I tried to run toward her one more time but I was hold back again. The monster that was kicking my mother stopped and said "I am going to be gentle enough here and I will let your little girl leave the room." He looked at the guy that was holding me in place and made a small sign with his chin to take me out so he pulled me but I fought to keep in place and screamed "no!"

"You still have the choice to stay and watch her die!" He told me, walking around my mother on the floor in front of him.

"Out Ana!" My mother said. Her tone was so lifeless. I shook my head even if she couldn't see me, I couldn't find my voice, I couldn't talk.

"N-no!" I shakily yelled. I am not going to leave the room and walk away when my mother is dying somewhere here. If he killed her I will stay her next to here and join her as soon as she leaves.

"She doesn't want to leave, Jocelyn. Let her see you die. The poor girl doesn't want to leave her mommy behind!" He teased, kicking her side once more, earring a scream from her.

"Take her out!" She screamed causing me to jump in place of her loud tone.

"No need to scream, Jocelyn! It's her choice now, isn't it? And it seems like she wants to stay, let her stay, jeez." The more he talked, the more I hated how the British accent rang out of the pierced lips of his. Are all of them in the North Side like that? Why aren't we like them in the North Side, here? Why is the South Side so weak? So poor?

"Take her out, man" The monster in front of my mother said.

My thoughts got cut when I heard this sentence and the guy that was holding me whispered "I think it would be so much better for you if you left." He was British too.

He started to pull me away and I couldn't fight anymore. He took something out his pocket with his left inked hand, holding me still with his right one. It was a little bottle. I looked back at my mother to see the monster kicking her again but this time it was harder to cause her to spit blood out of her mouth. As soon as the scream found its way out my mouth the bottle of the guy that was holding me spit something in front of my nose. I screamed and screamed but slowly my screams got replaced by my mother's and my vision became so blurry. What was in this bottle to make me feel so weak and see almost nothing but a white curtain in front of my eyes? Is it poison? Did he kill me?

My mother's screams slowly echoed back in my skull when my eyes became so heavy to be kept opened even though I fought for them to be.

The last thing I saw was my mother's blood and the last thing I heard was her screams and his British teasing and mocking words.