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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three weeks.
three weeks since i last saw elijah.
three weeks since i have been locked in this shit hole.
three fucking weeks since i had fresh air to breath.
being stuck here doesn't leave me an option but to confront my thoughts.
nothing hurts more then to be reminded of the fear in peoples that i have killed.
the innocent souls that i took because it was me or them.
the little girl that i had killed because i was forced.
forced to take angels.
and then there is him.
the person i thought was my best friend. the one i trusted and loved with everything inside of me. i gave him everything of me and he played me, he hurt me and used me like i was a doll, a doll to fulfill his desires.
my question is how? how do you hurt someone that you love so much?
if you claim to love them then why do you destroy them? if they gave you their heart then why shatter it into pieces?
and to wrap it all up, the one that had caused me all of this my family more specific my father.
mi padre.
he was supposed to protect me, love me and cherish me.
he was supposed to be my hero.
but he isn't, he hurt me.
he locked me away like a monster, punished me for mistakes i didn't do, he hated me.
he wasn't my father he was a monster that deserves to root in hell and i will make the honor and take him there myself.
i lowered my head into my hands and took a deep breath, i hate thinking.
"hello" a voice spoke making me jump and yelp in surprise.
"ssht! shut up i'm not supposed to be here!" marco whisper-yelled while crunching down and sitting on the mattress a tray of food in his hands.
goddamn that shit looked delicious.
just at the thought of food my stomach growled making me blush in embarrassment.
"damn someone is hungry are you held captive or sum?" marco joked earning a hard slap on the back of his neck.
"yes yes i am held captive it's not funny" i huff taking the tray and leaning back against the wall.
