BEFORE YOU (Ongoing) (Editing)

Chapter One

Its been two months since my mother had died. I try to be brave everyday because my father says showing your emotions only makes you look weak..and vulnerable .

He says that when you try to show people you care, they will take advantage of you, especially when you're at your most vulnerable. Never let your guard down and never show anyone your weaknesses.

Growing up, my childhood wasn't as normal as an ordinary kids childhood. I never went to the park, never played in the rain with friends, or went to the movies. Yes, I admit, I did do all those stuff but not in the most exciting way. My childhood wasn't all rainbows and sunshine, just darkness. PURE DARKNESS.

I grew up in a family where violence is normal, bringing people to our basement and torturing them to their deaths is normal. I was 5 when I had my first kill and up till now the memories still haunts me. I started my training when I was 5. When I turned 15 my dad would send me on missions whether to kill, kidnap, or to get loads of money, and I would do it.

I've never been the type to show emotions until that day when I walked into my mom being tied to a chair with blood dripping down from her body and she was struggling to breathe. Next thing I knew she was dea-

I heard a loud gun shot coming from the room at the top. "mom"I  whispered under my breathe and ran as fast as I could up the stairs with my black booths hitting against the hard brick. I reached the room and opened the door as fast as I could. The place was peach black, the widows were shut and the curtains were all down covering the tiny bit of sunshine that was struggling to enter the room. I lifted my legs out in front and stepped forward making sure there was no noise. I turned to my right and started feeling the wall in search for a light switch. I turned on the switch after finding it and gasped at the sight. There were blood splattered everywhere, broken glasses painted in blood scattered everywhere across the room and my mom was there sitting on a chair that looks very uncomfortable with both her hands tied to the chair and her head falling downwards. Is she dead?

I washed away the memories and walked away from my closet. Im wearing an all black outfit.

A black tank top with a leather jacket over it and a per of long black booths to complement the look. I walked over to the mirror that was right next to my bed and stood right in front of it. I took a glance of my body and examine my face as I could still see some bruises across my face. I tied my hair into a ponytail as I took a step back and walked over to my door and opened it.

My father has been out for 2 hours now, I bet he's already home. I need to talk to him regarding our mothers case. After my mother died, we didn't have a proper funeral for my mother because my father said we have to get justice for her death. I still think my mother wouldn't want that. My mother has always been the softy in our family.

Unlike us, my mother thinks before doing anything. She would always consider other peoples feelings before saying or doing anything. Gray and Ivy got our mothers attitude except they're anger.

My mother might be the wife of the devil but she's nothing like him. Being one of the best assassins she is, she fights along side my father and us. She was also raised in a mafia family so looking after 3 children of a mafia leader was no problem. Unlike us, she's not cold.

I like to say she's an angel disguise as the devil because even though she's not as cold as us, you mess with her and you wont live to see another day .

She's only a softy around her kids.

When we were younger, my mother would always give us forehead kisses and put us to sleep until we were 10. My father would always argue with my mother for giving us forehead kisses and treating us like normal kids. He says we are the children of the biggest mafia leader and treating us like normal kids would only make us look weaker and he doesn't want his children growing up to be defenseless little chickens, and I have to thank him for that.