𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

At a young age I was taught many different things.

How to clean, how to cook, learning manners.

I learned those three when I turned five.

Manners is something everyone needs but not everyone has.

When I turned six I was put in ballet, soccer and piano lessons.

At the age of four my father taught me how to speak multiple languages.

French, Russian, English, Italian and Spanish.

That's a lot for a little kid, right?

I couldn't tell if my father wanted the best for me or if he was preparing me.

Preparing me to be a house wife.

My father and mother are Russian.

Born and raised in Russia but moved to New York when they had me.

My dad, Alexander, is the Don of the Russian Mafia. Why?

who knows.

As I got older I was told to do many more things, not just acting like a housewife.

My father trained me since I was four.

Trained me for what?

I'm not even sure myself.

I had no siblings, no one to talk to, and no company.

I was by myself most of the time and sometimes I'd be the only one at the dinner table.

The maids felt bad for me so they'd sit down and talk to me.

My father always came home with either his blood or someone else's blood on him.

Scars, scratches, bruises and broken bones.

He'd enter the house with something different on him everyday.

He was a loyal man and never had an affair.

I couldn't say the same for my mom.

She was a slut if I'm being honest.

She never knew how to keep her legs closed.

When I turned fourteen I was almost raped by my fathers guard.

I watched as my father killed him in front of me.

It was a very traumatic experience but I'm used to people dying in front of me.

No matter how hard the police tried, they could never catch my father.

Two years after I was born my mom had a baby girl...again.

My father was disappointed and didn't talk to either of us for a while.

I said I didn't have siblings and no one to talk to and only part of that was true.

I did have no one to talk to but I also had a sibling.

Alina was her name.

As we grew she got more and more bitchier.

She was rude and nosy.

My current boyfriend is Ciro.

He's Italian, which both my father and his father do not like.

His father doesn't like that I'm Russian.

I didn't ask to be Russian but here I am.

When I told my father that Ciro and I were dating he lost his shit.

He also didn't speak to me for a week.

Ciro never told me what his job was, his entire family was odd and suspicious.

His other brother, Domenico was a mystery that I could not solve.

He was confusing and never spoke when I went over their mansion.

I payed no attention to my father being a killer but I couldn't help but feel like he absolutely hated me.

He gave zero shits about me.

Like I meant nothing to him.

Ciro's father cared more about me than my own father.

sometimes I wonder if I'm even his child.

TᕼᗩᑎK YOᑌ ᖴOᖇ ᖇEᗩᗪIᑎG TᕼE ᑭᖇOᒪOGᑌE
  ~ enjoy