Italian-American Mafia: Origin Story

22.

Persephone Pov

'SHIT'

'Sorry'

'When you were going to take the bandages off I didn't think it was going to be FUCKING painful' I said with gritted teeth.

'Well I had to take care of your new injuries while attending your old ones, so shut the hell up and take it' he said.

I hit the back of his head.

'Ouch, what the fuck' he yelled.

'Oh I'm sorry, just shut the hell up and take it' I said with a white people smile.

He rolled his eyes and got back to work while I laid back down.

I want to tell him everything about what had happen. I want to open up to him like he did to me.

I know he won't force me to and he will say that I don't have to but I want to.

He makes me feel safe and gives me a sense of calmness.

I look towards Hades to see him focusing on each of my injuries, making sure they are all properly healed.

'Hey hades how do you know how to do this' I asked.

'I went to college and my minor was medicine' he said while shrugging.

I hummed at his answer and laid back down.

After about 10 minutes I felt that last wrap come off. Hades put some fade scaring cream on my wounds to make sure the scar fades.

I sat back up and Hades cleaned all of this stuff and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

He came back and sat on the edge of the bed and he looked like he was in a daze.

I know he wants to ask me but he doesn't because he's afraid of my reaction.

'I-I want to tell you what happened' I said nervously while looking down at my fingers.

'You don't have t-' I cut him off 'I want to' I said getting some confidence in me.

He gave me all of his undivided attention ready to listen and it made my heart do a flip.

'So as you probably know by now I get abused. It all started around maybe when I was 5 years old. At first it was just some yelling and shoving, but as the years went on it got to hitting then punching, and then kicking. They wouldn't do it everyday the would do it maybe 2 times out of the whole week. If I didn't do something right I would get punished. If nothing was clean I would get punished. If dinner wasn't fixed I would get punished. They treated me like their own personal lap dog than their actual daughter. I always feared for my life because I didn't know how if I would be alive the next day. I remember one time begging for them to stop but they just increased the pain on me. And from that point on I made no sounds when they did those things to me. I put all my emotions aside and had on a blank face. Luckily they never did anything to me sexually but I've always had a feeling that it would come. The worst punishment is when they invited their friends over and I was chained and they had their way with me. That's how I got the scars on my back and the words "whore" and "slut" carved into me. Which is ironic because I never even had sex, yet alone have someone touch me in that way. I'm a virgin and they want to call me a whore because I stay up and slave to make sure that house have lights and to make sure those ungrateful bitches get fed.' I said angrily.

Hades wiped tears away from my eyes that I didn't even feel or realize that I was crying.

I hugged hades and just started to cry. I cried about everything that went on in my life.

I couldn't take it anymore. I've always wanted to die but I never could.

After every beating I went through fate always found a way to keep me alive.

Hades was whispering sweet nothings in my ear and I just cried harder.

I never even had someone take care of me let alone hold me.

I was never vulnerable to anyone, but with Hades it's like I can let myself go and just be free.

I keep crying and crying, louder and harder because what did I do to deserve this.

At first I was thinking it's my fault. My fault my parents hate me. My fault I get abused or my fault my parents dislike me.

But over time I realized it's not my fault it's theirs. They were supposed to love me, they stole all of my childhood away. They TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME.

And THEY WILL FUCKING PAY.