Luna Ferrari, a 20-year-old girl survives around the shadows of her questionable past. Residing under the roof of her abusive father, life's never been smooth for her.
Hell comes knocking at her door when her father "sells" her to the Italian Mob B...
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L U N A
I was standing out in my balcony, attached to my bedroom. Staring into the burnt orange sky. It was dotted with fluffy white clouds, which drifted lazily in the soothing gentle breeze. My brown locks of hair were swaying due to the breeze. Which was all over giving me a calm feeling in the middle of the chaos around me.
As I stared into the nothingness of the sky, my mind wandered out into the environment around me. It seemed so delightful, but at the same time, portrayed gruesome scenes around me. Maybe the memories were resurfacing again. Maybe I was bound to stay in this melancholic mood. Maybe... Just maybe I am destined to stay in this regretful state forever.
The birds were chirping joyfully and flying back to their nests, waiting for nightfall. My room was sunkissed due to the light of the dusk encircling me. Everything was really beautiful.
My dad wasn't home as usual. He's not been home for five days now. Maybe, he's in one of his trap houses securing a drug dealership. This time, it's taking longer than usual I suppose. He comes back home after a day or two, but this time something does not feel going right. However, it's good for me he's not home.
The sun has set, and it's already dark outside. I walked inside my room, taking out my diary. I sat on the bed glancing over a drawing in front of me. The paper got a little worn out at the ends, even though I kept it with utmost care. Gazing at this piece of paper gushes me with a wave of mixed emotions. Which can never be explained. It's just, as they say, some things are better left unexplained. Running my fingers on it, I whispered, "My mom and me"
Abruptly, the door swung open and hit the wall behind it. In a swift motion, I folded the paper and slid it into my pockets. "Luna! Come downstairs, mom and dad are calling you." screamed my stepbrother.
He is the only one with whom I feel comfortable talking. Even though being my stepbrother, I always tend to see him as my own big brother. The bond we share, just hits different. Every time I cried, he was with me, comforting me. All the times I did not want to eat, he made sure I ate something. Now and then my dad hit me, he stopped him, or tried to stop him. The times when my stepmother locked me up in dark rooms, he always came to my rescue. I loved my big brother.
"Did you ever heard of knocking? I could've been naked!" Rolling his eyes at me, he replied, "I don't give a shit about it, I could care less. Now move your ass downstairs." Saying this, he sprinted out of my room, maybe downstairs.
"They" are calling me? This is not good. It's never good.
Pulling my hair into a messy bun, I opened the door and walked outside. The moment I stepped out of my room an unsettling feeling came over me. I have no idea how to describe it. I walked through the corridor on the way to the living area. "Are you fucking for real? I cannot believe you are letting this happen!" Hearing all this screaming, I glanced downstairs, my brother was shouting on the top of his lungs at my dad. My step mother was standing beside my dad with sorrowful eyes, it was just an act I already knew. Apart from this, what caught my attention was three broad men in black suits.
Keeping my eyes fixed on the situation downstairs, I crept down the stairs. The environment was hella dark and sickening. The men standing there were above 6 feet in height. They crossed their arms and stood still almost like a damn statues. It was already night outside, and they were wearing sunglasses. This seemed odd to me. All of a sudden, one of them shot a look at me. I immediately withdrew my eyes and focused fastening my pace downstairs.
"Zhenye! Stop speaking to me like that! You have no right to scream at your dad like this. I did what it felt right for me to do!!" my dad's screams filled the hall inside. The moment I stepped inside the hall, I felt all eyes were piercing me. "Luna dear, come and greet our guests!" said my step bitch in a sweet voice. "Who the are they? And why do I have to greet them?"
Glaring his eyes at me, my dad screamed yet again, "Behave yourself! You filthy brat! Sometimes I wish why the hell you were even born!" Hearing this, I chuckled. What's so funny?" shouted my dad raising his hand at me. In a split second, my brother stepped in and held my dad's arm. "Don't you dare hit my sister again!" Well, this was something I was used to. My dad advancing towards me to hit me and my brother stepping in. Sometimes stopping, sometimes a bit late.
"Are you guys done with your family drama or shall I do what Boss initially told me to?" said one the men. Boss? "No Sir! I'm so sorry you are free to take this filthy bitch away from here!"
What were they talking about?? Why the hell will they take me away from here?! Panic started to course through my veins. My hands went freezing cold in a short span of time. "What do you mean by taking me away?! I will not go anywhere!" I rapidly backed away from them. One of the men came up to me, harshly picking me up, he threw me over his shoulders. My ear-piercing shrieks filled the room but no one protested except my brother.
"What are you doing! Put my sister down you asshole! Didn't you hear what I said! You fool!" The guy punched my brother in his face barked out, "How dare you talk to me in this manner?!" Blood was oozing out from my brother's nose. My heart ached at this horrifying view. And the worst part is that I couldn't do shit. Once again.
Ignoring all of my protests and cries, the man carried me outside my house towards a black SUV car. I could not figure out what came over me. I attempted to free myself one last time. I raised my knee and kicked the man hard in his core. Wrapping my arm around his neck, with all of my force left in me, I banged his head against the car door. The moment the grip on my waist became loose, I fell hard on the concrete floor. Struggling on my knees, I got up and just the moment I was about to turn around and run..
Someone hit me with a thick rod on my head. For a second my vision went black. Excruciating pain flowed through my head. Blood started to flow freely down my head to the ground in drops. My vision was becoming fuzzy and I couldn't hear a single damn thing. My head was spinning and I was feeling miserably sick.
All my pain eased away when I fell on the ground. My eyes shut close. And everything went pitch black again.
