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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i often question myself if this was my faith in life.
was i meant to be hurt, to be betrayed and laughed at? is that what life was holding up for me?
i wouldn't wish it up on anyone, which is why i would never say i wish it was someone else instead of me because no soul deserves this type of pain at an early age and i am somehow glad, there might be thousands of people going through the same but one soul is saved from this life thanks to me.
i shake the thoughts out of my head and continue working on my makeup, i have been trying some new things but i couldnt help but think of Vincent.
he seems to never leave my thoughts, especially after the intimate moments we had shared.
but i can't say the same about him, today marks two weeks since my last encounter with him, he seems to be avoiding me, ignoring me and killing me with his silence. Not only that but he seems to have girls over more then i have ever seen.
but what did i expect?
for him to hold me and protect me like im his priority?
i cant help but think that maybe he feels disgusted by me after all these men had used me for their own pleasure and in all honesty
i do not blame him for that.
i blink the tears away and spray some setting spray onto my face before waving it in.
two days ago i had finally been able to regain contact with Luna, she cried in relief when she got to see me and Elijah. we talked for Hours filling each other with everything that had corrupted in the last five months. she wasn't gonna let me hang up unless i had promised to hang out soon which i was looking forward to. I really do miss her a tons.
After i finished my makeup i made my way to the closet, there i take a hold of a brown bodycon dress, i strip out of my pajamas and slide the dress on rubbing my hands down my curves.
i take a look at in the mirror and bit my lip.
it's hard to love my body when all i see is fucking bullshit, about a month ago i had started to step out of my confront zone, wearing shorts and dressed and not hiding myself in oversized clothings.
"i look good" i hum to myself, "no need to change"
the scars on my skin visible as ever but i dont let my eyes linger any longer on my body then they should.
i turn around and scan my shoes deciding on a a pair of matching slippers, i slide them on and take a hold of my perfume that Marco had gotten me, i spray a good amount of it and place it back on the little table i had set on a counter.
i feel warm eyes linger on my back and i turn around expecting Vincent but i was wrong.
Marco stood there his arms crossed while his arm held his weight agaisnt the door frame.
