At the young age of 3 years old. A baby girl had to endure such abuse and trauma for something she had never done. She was once loved by her family, that all went away when her mom had died during childbirth. It wasn't her fault but they blamed her...
I was Abused. I was Broken. I was Used. I was Hurt. I was Betrayed. I was Blamed, for something I didn't even do.
When I was born; I was the only girl to that was born into a Beautiful family. One..who was excited for my arrival. One...who was Happy. You would think I was their very own treasure, but no...I was 𝙣𝙤𝙩. My mother died giving birth to me due to complications prior to the due date. The doctor had said my mother would die if she did go through with the pregnancy but she didn't care.
She loved me, I know that. My father alway as wanted strong men In the family, he didn't want a weak daughter. Which is pretty fucking sexist if you asked me. When he found out i was a girl instead of a boy he was furious but learned to accept the fact that he was having his first daughter. He didn't know of my mother's condition, pretty sure he didn't care.
I was born smaller than normal but still as healthy as a baby should be. When I was brought home I was immediately neglected and had a many who only wanted my father's attention to take care of me which she didn't even try. My brothers all wanted to see or at least I thought.
The only one willing to look at me was Jordan who was also a baby at the time. Years went by and I never celebrated my third birthday. For said birthday I was beaten by my older brothers and some staff. Then I was forced to clean up my own blood. I was limping around and saw some soda and a brownie. I went to put it back when a note dropped from under the brownie.
It said "This is for you, enjoy baby sister. Love, Mattia." I was crying a little how happy I was he gave me something much less cared. I ate the brownie and was mid drink of soda when they all walked in. My father his new wife and all my brothers including a crying mattia. The all look at me with such hate and disgust.
Before I could say anything I was shoved to the ground. I hit the floor with a thud and hear one of my ribs crack. I Yelp in pain and look up at them with tears in my eyes. "YOU LITTLE BITCH HOW DARE YOU STEAL FROM MY SON! I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN YOU WERE BORN." my father yells at me and throws my body at the nearest wall.
I scream out in pain from the impact along with my injured leg and rib cage. Before I could do anything else someone grabs me and holds my mouth open and shoves more and more brownies and soda down my throat until I start to throw up.
They all stand there as I vomit up all the brownies and soda along with some blood from my internal bleeding. Once I was done I was crying my eyes out and sobbing even when it hurt. I weakly look up and see a snickering mattia along with the rest of my brothers.
Then it hit me harder than ever. "They set me up. They knew that papa was coming into the kitchen at this time." I thought as they all walk away but not before I hear my father say "You best clean that up, Disgusting little Bitch." I have never felt so alone in my whole three years of existence.
𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨.?all these questions went through my head as I finished cleaning up my own sick. I had thought being the most quiet, the most obedient, the most helpful would get them to love me but again god had different plans for me.
I was so stuck thinking they all loved me and that it was a test to test if I was enough so they could love me. But it wasn't. I was never enough. I was never good enough for their love, for their Attention. And so I ran. I ran and ran and ran as far as my toddler legs could run. I never looked back either. I was never caught.
I found a place behind a garbage container in a run down dirty Ally to live in until I turned 5 years old. I was taken and thrown into foster care. From their I was in the worst abusive home there ever was in the system. I was Tortured for years on end. I made my first kill when I was 8 years old.
I was in this nightmare of a household for 3 years. I was beaten, starved, raped and mentally, emotionally and physically abused. At night after one of his torture filled round on me, he passed out after drinking. I took that opportunity to grab a kitchen knife and slit his throat and stabbed him in the eyes. I then hacked into the CPS system and removed my name and erased my entire existence out of their system.
And then I did what I did best. Burned that motherfucker to the ground. I ran again after that. And from there, I was just a loner with the brains of a god. I stole a laptop from a store once and used it to hack into alot of banks and stole about 1 billion dollars. I bought myself a mansion and take myself to fight, kill and destroy my target. It was easy since I had a photographic memory and the IQ of 233.
I then met my first friend and now my second in command, Marissa. She was in a situation like me from an abusive, broken home of drug dealers and alcoholics. She came and lived with me. Turns out she also had a high ass IQ of 199. She was intelligent and already graduated highschool and University like me. She did it low-key.
I taught her up to 15+ different languages and fighting techniques and how to kill. Then I decided to created my own empire. It's the American Mafia as of today and I'm the most feared, powerful and richest Mafia in all of human history. I met my other friends Lisa and Fawn and taught them the same things.
And we're all Assassin/Hacker/Entrepreneur/Billionaires. Me being the Donna of the American Mafia along with the richest and youngest Self made Trillionaire in the whole world is not an easy feat. I got there all by MY. Fucking. Self.
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