back story

1 2 0
                                        

Growing up, i didn't exactly have a family . My mom and dad passed on when i was ...what?.....five ? Anyway yeah . I grew up with my aunt, who i grew up calling Honestly, she was all but nice to me .

Sorry, wrong backstory, haha, that was just just a fantasy. Okay, now on real , my life was shitty when growing up . Y'all must be thinking am a psychopath, like, who ever thinks of their parents dying .

MOI

Okay, the back story . Am still on board . Once Upon a time, when some ugly ass kid , am joking. A pretty kid , was taken back home from school by the usual ugly yellow buses reached home . It was scarily quiet . You may ask why  when the house is usually having a beautiful woman walk around hastily preparing dinner .

Let's just say, the kid's parents weren't involved with the right people . Yeah, yeah, they were ambushed , tortured and killed . All this happened while the kid was watching.

Now ask yourself , who in their right mind ,would kill a kid's parents while the kid is watching? Okay , someone would . Lete rephrase , " who in their right mind would wait for a kid to get home then kill the parents right in front of her ?"

Because that's exactly what they said . " Ahh, we've been waiting for too long baby girl, and you finally showed up ." See.....now this is the right psychopath.

So how did I manage to escape? Easy , they let me be . Probably thought I was useless. They should have killed me too.

Haha...! If only they actually let me be . No, they took me with them .

So basically, i grew up in an environment that no child should grow up in . So all this began when i was , how old , ......9 to when i became 19 . Approximately ten years . Though am now 23. I've aged.

So yeah, the environment. I'll just briefly go through this . Growing up in a mafia house which consists of rapists, the raped workers, the bosses that give no care , the bullied kids , name it all .

Let's just say I had no friends. Had no one to run to apart from one of the workers, Aunt Jiana, who I called Aunt Jia. She the only person closest to family . I didn't have the many friends because according to the bosses , i was a special asset so they put me in the main house instead of the maid's quarters.

Oh sorry I forgot to introduce the bosses . The Russo family. Mr.and Mrs. Russo , Arturo and Lia and their brats of children Arlin and Aria.

So because of that , I was avoided like a plague . The very few times i ever got to go out to the outside gardens to play with other kids, they avoided me which made me get closed off . Apart from Aunt Jia who one day saw me seated at the roots of a tree in a far corner and came to talk to me . Of course being the type of kid i was , i didn't tell her my problems . But of course i was fascinated and stopped feeling because I knew she's the only one willing to talk me . From the first time I finally talked to her , i looked forward to the days i was let out .

Didn't it come to the notice of my brutal 'guardian' Willy? Wasn't he the little snitch who reported to the boss . Yes he was all that . So yeah, poor Aunt Jia was killed when I was ten after it had come to the notice of the bosses that I was talking to someone and had actual happiness .  And that was the end of Aunt Jia and me .

So from then on, i became the person I am today . Emotionless and all that but I won't leave out classy .

So how did I escape?
By strategizing. One mission after so many of them , there was a blast at the wearhouse we had gone to . Of course i knew there had to be a blast . I mean, the mafia we were against was way stronger than ours but it seems the Russos couldn't see that . So I was part of the few that remained inside and the damn thing could go off , i jumped through a window that wasn't too high up and made a run for it into the thick woods that surrounded it .

For the past four years , I've been hustling to get somewhere and i finally made it .

After my escape, I got some hope of humanity still existing when an old man, Matt, helped me get shelter in his bar where I worked for a few months. After saving up from huge tips and the salary, i moved to another place far from that . I kept moving for literally one and a half years and settled at  " HAVE IT CHILL " .  Some nice restaurant I've been working in for the one and a half year now .

From new waitress, to the manager just five months back . Because the new strategies I brought into the business, i kept  my ranks rising, becoming Will's (the owner) favourite and a friend to the rest but not too close though .

So that's how i come to be here . By the names of  AYANA  TAMARA .  
In all my glory .

Hahaha

_________

That's for the back story . At some point my phone froze and the screen went black only for it to come back and half of the thing is deleted.
So I asked myself, what the hell do I write now . Cause i couldn't remember what i had written before .

Stick around .... ; )

Having AresWhere stories live. Discover now