'You can only run so much from me love.' He whispers into my ear. Who knew men whispering could be so hot, wait it's not men, it's this man.
I slowly step back until the rough surface of the wall comes into contact with my open back. At the slight t...
A/N This is my first ever chapter I've written on Wattpad, I hope you all enjoy it. Also I may include songs up the top ^ so if you want you can listen to those. Hope you enjoy! Make sure to vote and leave comments. <3 - B
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I've only ever heard those blaring sirens up close twice in my life. The first being when my brother was killed right in front of me and the second being when I said my last words to my mother. 'Who was I losing now?' I said to myself. Those sirens were like the grim reaper, making their way towards me destroying everything in its path and only leaving behind the remnants of what was once something. 'Who was I losing now?' I whispered to myself again as all my memories started to fade away.
7 Years Earlier...
Fluttering my eyes open, I take in glimpses of the sunlight streaming through my curtains. My head is aching so bad. As I tried to push myself up into an upright position, memories of last night came flooding back to me.
The deafening shitty music the DJ kept on playing, random men grinding on me, having one too many tequila shots to celebrate one of my last nights of freedom. God it was a blur now. Shuffling to the side of my bed, I place my feet on the soft, plush carpet, reliving this feeling. Now that everything was being taken away from me, I appreciated it so much more.
I only had so many days left in this house. I can't believe I used to hate being in this place, I thought it was my own personal shithole. Now it is my safe haven. The safe haven I'm soon going to be leaving.
A subtle feeling of dread and despair washed over me. I am not ready to leave yet, this is the house where I grew up, it holds so many memories, some being worse than others. I start to feel the feeling again. The one where I lose control of myself, the ones that take me back to that night. Closing my eyes, the memories start pouring in. Flashes of people. "You slut, just shut up and take it!". "She's such a worthless whore". Then I see his face. The face that has left me with all those restless nights. The face that has made me sick to the stomach every time I picture it.
An unnecessarily loud bang followed by a "WAKE THE FUCK UP MOTHER FUCKER" snaps me out of my trance. As soon as I face the cause of the noise I groan, immediately the lovely ball of sunshine I call my twin sister runs up to me caressing my face. Of course my sister would be the only person to drink a shitload of liquor then not be hungover the next morning. Slowly the pad of her thumb reached up and wiped away something on my cheek. "Por que estabas llorando Mil?" (Why are you crying Mil?) She whispered gently. Adessa always made sure I was okay even if she was younger then me, she treated me like her precious child that would break if I didn't have her to hold onto. I mean, some of that is right, I don't know where I would be without her, or if I would even still be here. She's seen the side of me that only a few people have ever seen, she is one of the only person I would trust to hold my life in her hands.
"Estoy bien Des, solo un mal sueno" (I'm fine Des, just a bad dream) I responded quietly, hoping she couldn't hear the slight quivering in my voice. She could always see right through me whenever I lied. She looked sceptical, but even if she was suspicious she blew it off. "Ok then, lunch is ready for you downstairs because your lazy ass slept in until lunch." She mentioned before skipping off out my door, but not before turning back around and glancing at me for a split second, the door locked behind her.
Falling onto my back, I stared at the ceiling for a while. I missed mama. It's been nearly 9 years since she left us and there isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of her. I wish she could be here to hug me and braid my hair one last time, I would give up anything to hold her one more time.
Dragging myself out of my bed, I trudge on over to my ensuite bathroom shutting the door behind me. Staring into the mirror I take in my ragged look. Matted, knotty dark hair in a bun on top of my head, running mascara and fake eyelashes hanging on for dear life, along with the food-stained clothes I haven't washed in what felt like months. God I'm a fucking mess, I need to get myself together before my marriage.
A/N Hey everyone! Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of the book. This was a brief interaction with Milena's beloved sister. I am so excited to bring Adessa's character into this story. Also, some background info on Adessa: She is 7 hours and 37 minutes younger then Milena, exact I know. But Milena never lets Adessa live it down. They both love each other endlessly since they have only known each other their whole lives. As the story goes on, we will learn more about her.
I know this wasn't really mafia based, but soon enough the plot will thicken and we will have some fight scenes. Don't forget to vote and comment on this chapter.
What do you think happened in Milena's past, and what happened to her mother?
This week is my first week of school and I have already been given and assignment that's due in like 9 days. Like girl? How fast do you think I work? I'm gonna procrastinate it and probably do it the night it's due. Anyways love you guys and can't wait to update next.
- B
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