Gun to my head and my life was going to be over. I knelt down on both knees as this fucked up master mind pointed a pistol to my forehead and wanted me dead as ever.
My life was as normal as a young nineteen year old student, until these bastards who worked for my father shoved me in a van and drove off towards the one and only underworld life of Mr. Vencove .
Yes that was my dear father who I haven't heard of since I was a kid.
I never really gave two shits about him but what he did to my mother was unforgettable,
basically I was a bastard child who never had a normal life as i was constantly bullied about where I came from.
I sucked it up and made my way to NYU with a scholarship which I worked extremely hard for,
and my life was actually going somewhere.
But all of that went to fucking dust because I suddenly realized I will never be that girl who worked, got married or even had children.
Such a waste really,
I mean my life as I new it changed.
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Broken Guns
Storie d'amoreGun to my head and my life was going to be over. I knelt down on both knees as this master mind pointed a pistol to my forehead and wanted me dead as ever.
