His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 15

Mirriella pov

"Mirriella Adams, how dare you speak to your brother that way." My mother's voice rang through my ears.

"I'm sorry mama, I just wanted him to stop hitting me." I said in a timid voice.

"I don't give a shit what you wanted to do, you don't talk to him like that. Now come here you little brat." She spat as she took a final puff of her cigarette.

I whimpered as I walked over, already knowing what she was going to do. When I got close enough to her, she gripped my arm harshly. She pulled the shirt I had on off of my body and dumped it on the floor. She got her cigarette between her two fingers and pushed it against my skin. I cried as I felt the burning against my skin, pain coursing all around the area.

"Shut up you waste of space. Now go and clean your brothers room, he left it a mess."

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"Yes mama, I'm sorry mama." I recited as I sat up in my bed. I was hot and sweating, while my heart and breathing rate accelerated.

Even after all these years of trying to forget what she did, I can still remember that feeling so vividly. I sighed and flopped back into the bed. I looked over at the clock, trying to read the time. Once the numbers had come into my focus, I let out an annoyed sigh when I realised that it was four thirty.

I decided that I was just going to get up and start painting again. I walked over to my closet and got out my painting clothes, and a new pair of underwear. Once I slipped them over my legs, I walked back out, paint stuff in hand, and I walked over to my easel.

I put my Alexa on a low volume and played my playlist. I didn't want to wake Jaden, or anyone else in the house, but I didn't want to work in silence. That would drive me insane.

"Alexa, off." A voice cut off my music.

"What the fuck?" I asked as I turned to see a tired and pissed looking Jaden stood in the door way.

"What the fuck me? What the fuck you? It's five in the fucking morning, why are you up?" He whisper shouted as he walked further into my room.

"Couldn't sleep. I didn't want to just walk around your house and accidentally wake the dogs up or set them off." I shrugged as I turned back to the paints, using my finger to smudge the paint.

"Well some people could sleep, that was until you started playing music at this ungodly hour." He complained as he laid down on my bed.

"I mean, I'm not saying it's your fault, but if you didn't kidnap me, you wouldn't be dealing with this problem." I stated without turning around.

"Like I've already said, you're free to go-"

"At the cost of my nieces life. I'm not a shitty person and I wouldn't do that. There isn't anything I would put a stop to if it meant her life was safe." I cut him off.

"Oh fuck off." He mumbled.

"You're in my room." I argued. He didn't say anything, but I heard heavy breathing coming from him. I looked over to see him asleep on top of the covers.

I stood up and went to get a shower, trying to get the paint off of me. I put the water on cold and stood in. After getting all the paint off of me, washing my body and hair, I sat down directly under the water. I wasn't thinking about anything, my mind was blank, completely and utterly blank. I had just zoned out, staring blankly at the wall.

"How long have you been in here?" I heard a voice say, it was muffled, but I heard it. I blinked myself out of my trance and looked up to see Jaden stood above me.

"Huh?"

"I said; how long have you been in here?" He repeated as he felt the water, jolting his hand back as soon as he felt the temperature of it.

"Uhm, that depends, what time is it?" I asked, not moving.

"It's seven." He stated simply.

"Then two hours." I muttered.

"Fucking hell." He said at a raised volume. He quickly turned the water off, and pulled me by my legs to the open end of the shower. "It's fucking freezing in here." He whisper shouted.

He was right. The water had created such a temperature that you could actually see his breath when he spoke. I'm pretty sure that he grabbed me and wrapped a towel around my body, but I couldn't tell. I was completely numb to his, or anyone else's touch.

"Can you feel this?" He asked as he lightly pinched the skin on my arm. The only way I know he did it is because I watched him.

"No." I said as I walked into my closet. I got out a pair of high-rise, black ripped jeans, and a cropped hoodie.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself. You'll kill yourself one of these days, you know that?" He lectures as I walked back out.

"I've been having freezing showers since I was old enough to be able to shower alone. I've always been the youngest so I got the shower last. You get used to the cold temperatures after years of it. Now it's preferred." I explained as I put the painting I had done over a covered heater to get the paint dry quicker.

"So you've never had a hot shower?" He asked confused.

"No I have. When I was three my mum would help me shower, but she always had the water on scolding hot, causing physical burns on my skin. If I cried or whimpered I'd get a back hand, so I dealt with it. Now because of how used my skin has got to having cold water on it, anything hot feels like my body has been set on fire, and I don't have the patience to get used to it." I said, with no mental energy left in me.

"That's so fucked." He mumbled, I don't think he meant for me to hear it, but I did.

"Welcome to my world." I retorted as I flopped onto my bed.