NIKOVA'S POV
I'm so tired. I try to get up from my "bed", that only consist in a few blanket's and two pillows , I fail miserable. My ribs, arms and back hurt like a bitch from last night little love show that Maria and Josh put. I'm pretty sure that I have a few broken ribs that I have to deal before i go to school.
Oh wait, this probably means nothing to you. Let me introduce myself a little bit, My name is Nikova Ricci . I'm 17 years old and a Senior in High School, even tho I have already graduated High school and have two Masters Degrees, I keep going to school to keep my life somewhat normal. I've lived with my mother all my life.
Well, her and josh, my asshole of a stepfather. They always hated me. I don't even know why. I live in a shitty house that it's filed with alcohol bottles, drugs and blood. To be more exact, my blood. Maria and Josh have always been abusive. At first I taught that this is all normal, until I grew older and I undersood that what they have been doing is wrong.
I've raised myself. Taught myself how to cook, how to clean, how to clean my cuts, different languages, and most importantly how to be successful. I'm a well known assassin named "Persephone" that means " Queen of the underworld " and " bringer of death". Also I'm a street fighter and car racer named " Dievola" that means " angel of death". I absolutely love cars and bikes. The adrenaline rush and the speed is one of the things I Iive for. You may ask why two names? Because it's hard to figure out who I am. A lot of people want me dead and when I say a lot I mean A LOTTT. A very few people know who I truly am. Those people are Ashtray, Blake and Mike. I met them when I was 9 years old. But we'll get into that later.
So yes, I'm an assassin, a street fighter, street racer and I know to deal with guns, knife throwing all at just 17 years old.
Flashback to last night
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I just got done with another match at the underground club I attend. Another win to my reputation . As I exit the ring, I go up to Mike to get my cut.
Mike is my trainer, and my best friend Blake's uncle. I met Mike when i was 9, almost 10, years old. I had just gotten the worst beating from Maria and Josh and left the house. It was just tiering to stay there. Their presence was suffocating, the smell of alcohol that covered the house was making me nauseas and just because of the fear of what will happen if I stayed there any longer. I just kept walking until I stumbled into an ally. I sat down from the tiering felling and the dizziness I felt because I haven't eat anything in 2 days. After a few minutes a group of 3 man came stumbling into the ally, clearly drunk. The men cornered me in the ally trying to grope me. I started screaming and that's when Mike came and beat the guys. He convinced me to go with him in the gym so he can take care of my wounds. Later that day I met Blake, his nephew, and Ashtray, Blake's best friend. We all became friend fast and we've been best friend's ever since. Mike taught me how to fight so if I ever come across this situation I can protect myself. Mike became like a father figure to me that I never had.
I go up to Mike with the adrenaline still running trough my veins.
"Good job tonight Nik. You made 16k off todays fight." Mike says giving me a hug.
"Thanks M. Hey I have to go home, see you later!" I said giving him a quick hug then left.
I exited the club, carefully looking around so no one's following me then hopped onto my bike
(A\N this is one of her favorite bike, also nikova's favorite colors are black and red. Picture from Pinterest.)
I parked my bike about a block away and snuck into the house trough my "bedroom's" window.
As soon as I put my legs down on the floor, I'm being thrown into the wall with a hand around my throat.
"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU, STUPID BITCH?!"Josh screamed at me "I BET YOU WERE SELING YOUR BODY TO BOYS LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO."
I don't even bother to answer because I know that whatever I will say is not going to change his mind.
"ANSWERE ME WHORE." he says grabbing my ankle and took me into the living room where my moth-Maria was sitting on the couch . As soon as she saw us she started laughing like she was watching a show.
Josh kicked, punched and slapped me thousand of time. I got used to this that I don't even feel pain anymore. I stay there until I am snapped out of my thoughts by a loud crash. He just braked a beer bottle on my head. I already started to feel my body go numb from the exhaustion. He punched me a little more before he left me on the floor knowing that he won't get any reaction.
I slowly get up and go up to my room. The only thing I remember before I fade into a deep sleep is that I put my head on the pillows and pull the mattresses on my cold and bloody body.
Present
I slowly make my way to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Shit I have dried blood on my face and clothes . Great. I take of my hoodie and sweatpants and hop in the shower. After I get out, I start rapping my ribs and cleaning my cuts. Then I cover my visible bruises with concealer and then I go to chose my clothes for today.
(A\N picture from Pinterest)
The outfit is something comfortable but also easy to cover my bruises. I strapped some knifes to my lower calf.
You can never be to safe.
Grabbing my book bag, I go to the kitchen to make Maria and Josh breakfast because I'm definitely not in the mood for another beating. I have strict food to cook so no breakfast for me. I made some fried bacon and scrambled eggs, I left the food on the table, grab my book bag and left the house with a very strong felling that something will happen today, what I don't know is if is going to be a good thing or a bad one.
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