Mafia Owned

Stella Mansfield

      Yup, that's me. Stella Mansfield! The beloved daughter of Mr. Mansfield. My father is known for his very successful business, but not his life outside that office. At the age of 12, I saw my father do the unthinkable. It's scarred into my memory and a day doesn't go by when I don't think of the man.

      The look in their faces. The blood stained tears. The bruises. It's was like walking straight into a horror scene and I was the basic main character. I screamed. Boy, did I! All I saw was my father, the murderous, cruel, monster he was, turn to face me. I froze. But he did not.

      The expression on his face when he saw me was one that could kill, but I suppose he already did that. Ever since that day my life has turned upside down. Training, falling into a depression, anxiety, stress, none the less my life was flipped.

     I had to obey every order I was given. I had no choice or I'd get beat. Whipped. Broken. Destroyed. I was trained to become a monster but I kept refusing. So here I am! Covered in bruises and cuts. Scars on my back and shivers through my spine.

     Sometimes I ask myself why I have to go through this. Why me of all people? What did I ever do to deserve this? There was nobody I could trust. The inner circle of this so called "family" was men. Men that would help my father hurt me. Men that never let anyone get close to me. But through all the darkness. These men have protected me in some ways too. I know, sounds crazy, but they have. I can't go anywhere without at least one man with me.

     My favorite is Tucker. He's around my age, but still a total complete monster. Just kind to me I guess. This year I turn 18. 7 months to be exact until I am. Tucker is 19. He joined the "family" 4 years ago. His parents were over seas and past away. He turned to his so called "only option."

    I graduate school this year in June. Then when I'm 18, I can get out of here. Leave. Runaway. However you want to put it. I'm tired of the pain, emotionally and physically.

    This life as I know it will change. I will find happiness. Maybe I could fake my death. I mean it'll solve all my problems. Plus sum. Okay! Faking my death it is! Yay! Wait... I can't do that. It's a little extreme. Probably smarter to just change my name.

    But, if I fake my death for his knowledge then change my name... I'd be in the clear forever! Only problem is I will definitely get killed if he ever found me. Is death really that bad though? I can feel no pain if I'm just dead. Whether it be just lights out, reincarnation, heaven, or hell. Anything would be better than this current life. I'm ready to move on.

     Going on, I live in a rather large house. More like a mansion. Currently in Springdale, Utah. It's a smaller part of town. It's gorgeous up here if I'm being honest. I'll definitely miss this place in a way. I've grown fond of the beautiful mountains and the sunsets up here. I'm very fond of nature. It has a calling to me. Whether it be because I can't have friends or maybe because I'm just a nature person. Whatever the reason is, I love it!

With the friends thing, it doesn't bother me much. I'm kind of a introvert anyways. I'm not all about that high school drama. The only person I'm allowed to talk to in high school is Ace. Another of my father's people. He's a jackass. He isn't even my age. He fakes it. He graduated two years ago. Also, he always has a perverted mind. I could always tell my father, but he won't care. He says "men will be men and boys will be boys" or "Maybe if you didn't dress like a slut, you wouldn't get treated like one."

*knock knock*

I guess it's time to face reality.
"Hello?"
"Can I come in?"
Yep I know who this one is. The only respectful one. "Come on Tucker."

In walked the man I actually cared about. My best friend. He stands at about 6'3" with dark brown hair. He does have a great smile, but I'm not romantically inclined in that kind of relationship with him. He still is like the rest, but has a few better qualities.