Sold To The Devil ✅

Memories pt.1

♡Ayanna's P.O.V.♡
Hello everyone one, I'm Ayanna Lillian Anderson and I'm 18 years of age. I have light blonde shoulder length hair and green eyes. I have two brothers Theodore who's 22 and Jake who's 20. Theo has dark brown hair and light brown eyes. And Jake has dark brown hair and light brown eyes. My father started abusing me 8 years ago, two weeks after my mother's death.
~FLASHBACK~
My mother died two weeks ago and everyone has been a mess ever since. My brothers started to rebel and my father became an alcoholic. And I........I haven't spoken a word since. They told me she was mugged and shot on her way home from the supermarket. Coming from school as I usually do I accidentally slammed the door and awaken my drunken father from his sleep. He shot up from the couch with his eyes blood shot red and his hair messy and greasy. The living room reaked of alcohol.
"What the hell was that?" He shouted as he got up from the the couch tripping over his own two feet. I stayed silent and that made him even more upset.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you dumb or something?" He slurred angrily. That made me winched, I've never heard him curse before so it came as a shock to me. I still stayed silent. He came up to me and grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me to his office. He opened and then slammed it. He threw on the floor whilst taking of his belt.
"Take of your shirt!" He shouted. I winced and didn't obey his order. I just sat there with my knees to my chest and my head buried between them.
"Now!!" He shouted. His voice echoed through the room. This time I did as he said and took off my shirt. He grabbed my forearm and pulled me up so I was standing. That was definitely going to leave a mark. Not giving me a chance to catch my balance he, he hit me across the back multiple times. Flincing at every hit I got. Not dearing to move because I was afraid of what he might do. After 30 minutes of constant slashes going across my back he got tired and left. I got up from the floor bleeding and not being able to move. Trying to get up hanging on to the desk for dear life. I hear the door opening again. I sighed in relief after seeing both my brothers in the door way. They had a terrified look on their faces. Seeing their 10 year old sister hanging on to a desk for dear life with her back bleeding.
"Yanna?" The both said in unison. They both ran towards me to help me up.
"Who did this to you?" Theo asked with worry written all over his face.
"Are you okay?" Jake asked immediately after with the same look on his face as Theo.
All I could do was stay silent. They took me to my room and laid me on my bed. Jake went into my bathroom to run a warm bath for me while Theo stormed out of the room heading downstairs.
•Theo's P.O.V•
After seeing my baby sister like that my head was not in the right place. I know I am only 14 but I was strong enough to confront the person who did this to my little sister. Our family owns their own mafia so It might have been someone who had something against my father. When in the mafia you tend to make a lot of enemies. Our mafia was number 3 of the most feared mafias. We are the Cobras. Number one was the Angelz. But they were far from angelic. It was ruled by the one and only Cameron Lucifer Diaz. He is the most ruthless man on the face of the earth. Everyone everywhere feared him. Even my father. The persons in our family that knew about our mafia was me, Jake and my father. My mother also knew about it. May her soul rest in peace. The only person who didn't know was Yanna. And it had to stay that way for her own safety. Arriving down stairs I see a drunken man in the kitchen. Scanning the environment I see a bloody belt on the counter and my father's hands covered with blood
and I just knew he was the one to hit my baby sister and I was furious.
"Who the hell did that to Ayanna?!" I shout entering knowing damn well that he was the one to put his hands on her. I just wanted to hear him say it.
"Watch your fucking tone an know who the fuck your talking to!" He slurred holding on to the counter for support.
"She's upstairs bleeding!" I cried out trying my best not to cry. I was hurt seeing her like that. It broke my heart into pieces.
"And so what? A little blood shed never hurt nobody!" He slurred walking to get another bottle of whisky.
"It hurt mom. We both know damn well that she wasn't mugged and shot! You killed her. You.......you killed my mother." I said letting tears fall from my eyes. Hearing what I said he threw the bottle of whisky at my head but I dodged it. It hit the wall behind me and shatter into pieces with whisky running all over the floor.
"You don't know a goddam thing so SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He shouted at me with vein plupping threw his neck making them completely visible.
"Did you hit her?" I asked calming down remembering the reason I came down here in the first place.
"Yes. Yes I did. And what are you gonna do about it? Huh?" He asked not a single sound of regret in his voice. My hand clench into a fist as I gave him a death stare.
"What are you gonna do? Punch me?" He asked as he chuckled.
"Go ahead, do it. Give it your best shot." He challenged turning his face towards me. I knew if I did he would probably kill me.
"DO IT!!" He yelled getting tired of waiting. Getting frustrated he knock me off my feet with one punch. He came forward, stood over me and said "You.Are. No.Son.Of.Mine!" He said through gritted teeth. Walking away head towards the stairs and said one last word
"Pussy!"
I stayed on the ground feeling defeted. Not being able to defend my baby sister took a toll on me.

Authors Note

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The flashback is split into two parts. So pt.2 will be in the other chapter.
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Ps.Tash♡