The Long Lost Mafia Princess

Chapter 11

"No please.....I-I'm sorry" I begged sir.

This little party thing of him has been going on for about an hour if not more.

His friends were sitting on the couch. Amusement sparkling in their eyes as sir kicked me mercilessly on my already bruised ribs.

His "friends", also called 'psychotic alcoholic drug addicts' come over maybe once every month if I'm very lucky. When they come, I know that even the devil has more mercy on his victims. They're ruthless, scary, mean,....-

"Aaaahhhh" I screamed out as he hit my back over and over again, while red crimson liquid splattered on the ground while the belt made contact with my skin.

He motioned his "friends" over, to "help" teaching me a lesson.

" please-please I-I am sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH"

"St-stop" I choked out a sob as I felt myself slipping away.

One of his " friends" took a peace of glas that laid on the floor from when sir threw his beer bottle at me.

Bringing it closer to my stomach, he lifted my shirt up. Pressing the sharp end of the glas onto my skin, dragging in a diagonal line, I let out an ear piercing scream.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh Noooooooo-aaaaaaahhhhh"

Opening my eyes, I lift my body up supporting my weight on my hands. I chocked on a sob, breathing heavily.

"It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. He's dead calm down he's not here." I muttered underneath my breath, trying to calm myself down.

I stumble out of bed, to the bathroom.

"I can't breath...fuck..mmmh stop please" I cry

I try breathing through my nose, but I can't do it.

I need water, my throat feels like sandpaper every time I try to breathe.

Everybody would be asleep by now, so I quietly make my way downstairs. Shit..I can't breathe. I can't handle another panic attack. Not now.

I stumble into the kitchen still breathing like I ran a mile. My shaking hands try to find a glass, finally finding one, I walk to the sink. I put the glass on the counter top and start to walk to the fridge. While walking my legs give out and I fall to the ground.

I scratch at my neck, wanting air to come inside. My lungs feels like they're going to explode.

My chest hurt and my vision began to become blurry.

"no no no no no.....mmmmhm please stop stop" I sobbed out tears falling down my face.

I cried out clutching my chest. I can't...I can't I feel like I'm going to pass out. I need to get out of here, what if someone saw. I tried to get up gripping the counter top. I pulled myself up on shaking legs. I felt extremely dizzy suddenly causing me to fall back on the ground dragging the glass with me. As soon as the glass hits the ground and spreads across the kitchen, the loud crash echoes through it.

I can't  get up, I lay on the ground scratching my neck, tears streaming down my face.

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