Athena's Family "The Hispanic Mafia" had put her through hell since a really young age up until she finally decides to run away and all that while pregnant.
Set forward three years later , Athena is on the run with her son jumping from city to city...
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"joshua" i sob and clutch myself onto him.
"what is wrong ant, what happened?" his soft voice calmed me down, his hand rubbing up and down my back making me relax in his arms, the ones i fit perfectly in.
"mo-mommy and daddy they" i sob not being able to finish my sentence.
mommy and daddy hurt me.
i thought turning seven meant being a big strong girl, i thought i could take the beatings like a fearless girl but i couldn't, i wasn't strong enough.
"what did they do?" he asks slowly and i sob louder, "the-they threw me in the bas-basement and made me kill a little- a little girl joshua!" i cry out and hug him tighter.
i'm a murder.
i killed an innocent little girl and for what?
i could have argued with my parents, i could have stopped this, i could have begged, i could have ran away but i didn't.
no i stood there looking into her crystal blue eyes and pulled the trigger..she knew she was gonna die and she still send me a smile and then she she dropped dead onto the floor.
but my parents weren't done with me, no.
"my da-daddy he locked me in the room with with her for fi-five days" i sob rubbing my tears away, i couldn't breath nor see anymore.
five days.
five full days with the corpse that i had killed, her eyes haunted me.
she spoke to me in my dreams, she called me a monster and a murder.
"i'm a murder!" i cry.
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once again i sprung awake by another haunting nightmare.
this was one of the most traumatizing experiences of my fucking life.
her crystal blue eyes haunt me every day, i killed her, i am a fucking murder.
i'm exactly like my father. a monster
shaking my thoughts off i make my way to the bathroom since i knew i wouldn't fall asleep again, not after a nightmare.
i took a look at myself in the mirror and the woman that stared back at me was and i fucking mean it lifeless.
her eyes puffy and red from the crying of the night before.
her lips swallowed.
sweat dripping down her forehead and the bags under her eyes did not make her look any better.
i am ugly. i thought to myself
sighing i blink the tears away and turn around to take my clothes off, i couldn't look at my body.
