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Maribel Madrigal

Hi before I get on with my life, let me explain everything when I was eight years old my uncles wife died because of my father Jonah so because of that

He killed my dad in front of me and ended up adopting me and since then he's raised me on his own but not as a uncle way or fatherly way

More like abusive person someone that's not part of our family

Now let's get on with my life —>

"Maribel! Prepare lunch we have important guests coming" Uncle shouted I flinched and went to the kitchen

I began to make a little lunch for them and accidentally slice a bit of my finger I winced seeing the blood coming out

I lifted up my sleeve about to cover my wound when my eyes traced to my bruises and burnt marks

I gulped and closed my eyes don't think about it I opened my eyes and placed on a plaster I heard the door knock

So I quickly placed my sleeve back down scratching my arm as it itches from the burnt marks

"Ah Mr Cassietta what a pleasure to see you again" Argh his fake nice guy kills me when people come over

If only they knew how he really is and does "Ah I see you've brought someone with you"

"This is my son, he's in trouble so I forced him to come along" I rolled my eyes I sighed as I continued cooking

They spoke for awhile but something felt off about them I placed the plates on a tray with the utensils

And went to the table placing the plates in front of them three "thank you darling" my uncle said I rolled my eyes

"Who is that?" The man asked "she's my niece, her mother left when she was young" left you mean you murdered her right in front of me

When I was only eight years old the day that traumatised me forever that I have nightmares I went back to the kitchen

Placing the tray on the counter I washed the dishes "well I'm not here for a friendly chat" the man said

"I recall giving you a month for you to repay me and yet you have done that so it's either you double the pay now in cash or I kill you"

I slowly looked up at the man and he looked at me "in front of her" I scanned his body seeing an outline of a gun

I looked at my uncle and for once he was trembling with fear who are these people they managed to make HIM afraid

"I'll pay" he said rushing from the table to his room I went to the table "are you finish?" I asked quietly

"It was very nice, the food thank you" the man said I hummed and took his plate "are you finished sir?" I asked to the other man

But he didn't respond instead he just handed me the plate I took the plate making my sleeve gently roll up

I looked at my wrist please don't show I sighed in relief as my marks weren't shown I looked behind me as uncle brought a duffel bag placing it on the table opening it

Stacks of cash with all of this I could've escaped and brought myself an apartment a car I could be free

The man picked one grand up and flipped through it then sighed "this isn't enough!" He yelled