The Long Lost Mafia Princess

Chapter 1

Running that is all I can do at this moment. Faster I keep telling myself, but I can't, I'm trying as fast as I can but no matter what. I know I'll have to face it. I won't be able to be on time today, I am going to be late. And face the oh so lovely beating.

Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Valentina Williams, I am 13 years old almost 14. I am an only child...in an abusive household. I have been abused my whole childhood. At first it was just mentally and they would threaten me, but that all changed when I became 8. God I still remember that day it was horrible. All the screaming and begging I did that day, I haven't stopped doing it since then.

You may think, 'why don't you call the police?' or 'Why don't you tell anyone about it?' well the answer is that I can't. First I thought it was normal, you know the emotional pain, I was taught by my parents that everybody went trough that. Later on in life I learned it wasn't, so I told my teacher that I had then. She called some people and stuff. To keep it short it only got worse since then and nobody believed me.

Don't get me wrong, I did try it again, telling someone I mean, but eventually I just stopped trying knowing that I couldn't change or do anything about it. I have a plan though. At my 18th birthday I will pack my bags and run away, get a job, a better life... .

5 more years, almost 4.

I don't know what I did to deserve this pain but for some reason I do deserve it, that's what my 'parents' say. I know I don't, but when you hear it everyday on end without a break, well it does have an effect on you. They are not my parents, they don't deserve to be called that.

At school I'm the quiet girl. I'm popular in a way that everyone knows me but not everyone talks to me. It wasn't always like this. When I was young, I did have a bunch of friends but when the physical abuse started I got a little bit closed off.

I was too scared for anyone to notice my beatings,.. and then it all got worse when I told my teacher about everything when I was 8. Because of nobody believing me and thanks to the act of my 'parents' , nobody wanted to be friends with me anymore. Well everyone except for my best friend Amy.

When Amy "died" it all got worse, I don't talk to people except if I have to, I got more closed off and my depression and anxiety got much worse. I don't believe she's death to be honest, she can't be. I know my parents did something to her, but she's not dead. I want to explain what happened but not right now, it hurts too much to think about. I don't get bullied so that's one good thing that is happening in my life.

Well I want to tell you more but I finally made it 'home'. Okay just deep breaths in and out.

I quietly unlock the door hoping I can just sneak in and won't have to face them. I walked inside to the staircase that leads to the basement. Because you know, that's my room.

Forgot to tell you I may seem quiet and stuff which I am, but well you know I can beat someone if I need too. Amy kind of taught me that. That does not mean that I can use that on these sick fuckers though, I'll only make it worse.

!!!!!!trigger warning!!!!!!!!

A welp escapes my lips when I feel myself get dragged to the ground by my hair.

"where were you!" my 'mother' yelled while dragging me too the kitchen, were my oh so amazing 'father' is standing.

"a-at school, the teacher wanted t...-to ask something. I'm sorry" I cried out while she pushed me against the wall, gripping my throat closing my airway.

"you bitch, don't lie to us!!" my 'father' yelled while coming closer to me.

"I'm not, please this isn't my fault" I begged them.

"tsk tsk tsk, what's rule number 5" my 'mother' asked in a gentle tone which is scaring me.

"euhm, d-don't lie to you"

"yes, that's right so why are you breaking that rule"-"WHAT I'm not!"I yelled cutting my 'mother' off.

"you useless brat, don't yell at your mother or talk back to us!" my 'father' yelled slapping me in the face. "tsk tsk tsk breaking multiple rules in one day!" my 'mother' snickered while smirking at me.

Before I could say a thing they both came towards me and started beating me at every place possible, except my face.

"p-please s-.....stop" I whimpered before a satisfying crack was heard in my shoulder making me scream in agony.

My 'mother' walked away leaving my 'father' alone for a second. My 'father' was now without any mercy kicking and beating me before my 'mother' came back with something in her hand.

My 'father' now to stopped beating me too.

My 'mother' came quickly at me, and before I could try to get away, I felt a sharp pain in my arm.

" aaah" I yelled out now feeling the pain in both arms and legs. Blood was streaming out of all the cuts they were making in my arms and legs. My 'mother' stopped while my 'father' dragged the knife over my stomach.

My 'father' stopped now too after a while and grabbed my throat, then dragged my out of the kitchen to the basement.

Everything hurt and I started to see black dots step into my vision. "Please". was the last thing I whimpered out before I slipped into unconsciousness.

!!!!!!end trigger warning!!!!!!