our mafia family

10

Y/N's POV

Tomorrow is the wedding day, and Mom and I are doing some last-minute shopping. I glance down at my outfit, a simple but elegant dress that reflects the mood of the day a mix of excitement and dread.

"Done, baby. I think these earrings will look good on me," Mom says, holding up a pair of delicate gold earrings.

"Mom, everything looks good on you," I reply with a small smile.

She blushes slightly and laughs awkwardly. "Let's go home. It's almost time for dinner."

"Mom, it's 9:30 PM. Let's just do dinner outside; I'm hungry."

Mom laughs again, a little more relaxed now. "Okay, baby, let's go."
After a nice dinner out, we head back home. The night is quiet, and the roads are nearly empty as I drive slowly, taking in the calmness of the evening.

"Drive slow, baby," Mom says softly.

I chuckle. "Mom, I'm already going slow." I suddenly stop the car, something catching my attention.

"What happened, baby? Why did you stop the car?" Mom asks, concern creeping into her voice.

"I want something to drink. I'll go get some juice. Do you want anything?"

"No, baby, I don't want anything, just bring some water."

"Okay, I'll be quick," I say, stepping out of the car.

"Be safe," Mom calls after me as I head

towards the small store.

I buy myself some juice and a water bottle for Mom. As I cross the road to return to the car, I hear a noise behind me. I turn, but before I can fully register what's happening, something hits me hard on the head, and everything goes dark.

I open my eyes slowly, my head throbbing with pain. The room around me is dimly lit, with a single stream of moonlight coming through a small window. The place looks strangely familiar, and as I try to focus, the headache intensifies. Despite my efforts to stay awake, I feel myself slipping back into unconsciousness.

The next day, I wake up again, blinking a few times to adjust my vision. The room is the same as it was before-small, dark, and only illuminated by that tiny window. I know this place; it's too familiar. And then it hits me.

My old bedroom.

This is the place I hate the most in the entire world. The place where that pig would beat me. The room where I slept with bugs crawling around me, with only that small window as my source of light. Those memories still haunt me, every single day.

Flashback

"Hey, doll, want to play with Daddy?" Mr. Lee, my real father, asks with a twisted smile.

"No, Daddy, it hurts," little Y/N whimpers, trying to escape his grasp.

"What hurts, doll? It's fun," he says, ignoring my pleas.

"No, please, no, it hurts," I beg, tears streaming down my face.

"A doll never feels anything, and she has no feelings. Aren't you Daddy's doll?" he mocks, his voice cold.

"No, please, I beg you," little Y/N cries out, trembling in fear.

He laughs, a chilling sound that echoes in my nightmares. "Let's start the play, doll."

End of Flashback

The pain is still so real.

Just then, someone enters the room, closing the door behind them.

"Hey doll, missed Daddy? I know you missed me. Want to play with Daddy?" Mr. Lee's voice is as sickening as ever.

"I'm not afraid of you, motherfucker," I spit back, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me.

He looks shocked for a moment but quickly recovers. "Um, so let's start."

"Go ahead, even if you kill me, I will never, ever cry in front of you," I say with a smirk.

"You're getting brave," he sneers.

"You're getting old and..." I pause, letting the silence hang in the air.

"...weak."

"You bitch, I should have killed you before, but-"

"But you didn't. I know it, you didn't kill me. Now tell me something I don't know, idiot."

"Who do you think you are?" he snaps, his anger rising.

"Umm, a person who is more smart than you," I reply, mocking him.

He grabs my hair roughly, yanking my head back.

I laugh, defiant. "Didn't I tell you a few minutes ago? I'm not afraid of you. You forget very fast. I was right, you are getting old."

"You bitch," he growls, his smirk returning. "You are going to die-"

"-soon, by my hand, doll. I know what you were gonna say. Isn't that too simple?" I interrupt, rolling my eyes.

"You bitch, what if I kill your lovely mother?"

"Am I supposed to be afraid of you now?"

"You are annoying," he snaps, clearly frustrated.

"Thank you, my mission is completed," I reply, a satisfied smile on my face.

"What are you waiting for..." I taunt, my voice dripping with disdain.

"...Get out."