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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"daddy" i whisper weakly.
i have been down here for five days with barley any food or water, nor any clothes.
i was so cold and my body felt like it was freezing on me, it was winter time. I only knew that because i heard martina yell around in the backyard while playing in the snow along with our brother, Marco.
"papa" i speak a little louder this time.
"do you ever shut up athena? tu no sabes como dejar tu boca cerrada o que?" he angrily huff, stuffing his phone into his pocket and turning to me with a hard glare set on his face.
"perdón padre" i whisper "i jus-just wanted to ask one thing, can i?"
"hurry, i don't have time" he waves his hand and raises his brows awaiting my question.
this could go two ways: either he feels bad and helps me or he gets mad at me for asking and he will punish me for it.
i vote for option two but i have hope.
"d-daddy can i p-please get some clothes and food?" i sob and pull my knees closer into my chest before snuggling my face into them.
i don't want to look at him.
suddenly his loud laugh booms through the basement, his steps became fast and loud and out of the sudden my hair was yanked back making me whimper out loud. His cold fingers gripped my cheeks squeezing hard, i cried out and that only made him tighten his hold on my hair and face.
"listen athena, you don't get to ask por ninguna cosa and you know that, but you decided to be stupid and still ask didn't you" he raises his brows "you are a bad girl mija and for that you will be punished"
i should have known.
his hand slapped my cheek sending vibrations through my body, i hit the floor but i had no energy to stand back up.
he picked up the belt that he always used and smiled at me before hitting my bare legs and arms.
the cold breeze made my skin numb yet every hit felt worser then the one before.
i was paralyzed, i couldn't move, i couldn't scream, i couldn't shout.
i sat up breathing heavily, sweat dripping down my forehead. i took a quick glance at elijah which was sound asleep.
i blinked slowly and took a look at the clock 6:20 AM.
of course, i had been having bad dreams since the day i fainted. knowing that Joshua is only a couple of feet away from me doesn't sit good with me, my nightmares have been getting worser, i usually only got them pre haps two to three times a night but now multiple times a night.
