"You're always out until God knows when! What are you doing out so late? Are you selling yourself, you fucking whore!" Hinata screamed at me pining my down to the bed as I struggle to get out of his grip "If you're going to be a whore, I'll teach you what happens to sluts like you." He spits out holding my 13 year old body down with his own body weight and tying my hands to the bedpost "No, no, no, please not again. I was only lat a lot this month because we were busy with a group project at school. Please no." I begged and pleaded, but my please fell on death ears as he ripped my shirt off my body like it was paper-
Shooting out of bed I caught myself frantically scanning my surrounding and finding myself in a familiar room. All at once the memories from yesterday came crashing down, which calmed me down a bit, it was just a dream... a dream. Picking up my phone to check the time, it's 4:30 am Thursday, looks like I won't be falling back asleep anytime soon, might as well get ready for the day.
After doing my morning routine, I decide on wearing Grey sweat pants, a white graphic tee, white air force 1s a with my everyday accessories and finishing it off with lip gloss. Taking a deep breath, I looked at myself in the mirror "You are enough, you are gorgeous and you can get through this." I said and took another deep breath. Whenever I feel myself slipping, I do daily affirmations to help and remind myself to take things slow.
I need to find out if they have a home gym... who am I kidding they probably do. Ugh I'm hungry as fuck. I probably shouldn't have skipped dinner last night, I'd kill for some Nandos right now. Do they even have Nandos here? They probably do. Not paying attention to my surroundings, I walk into the livingroom, aka the only room other then mine that I've been in, and sit down on one of the single seaters and turning the TV on without realizing that there are 2 sets of eye following my every move. When I finally snap back into reality I spot Dimitree sitting across from me on the other single seater and another man siting next to him on the four seater. Jeez that scared the shit out of me.
Ugh how long have they been sitting there? "Uh... good morning?" I ask more then say "Goodmorning." Dimitree says "Are you going to introduce me to the beauty that just casually showed up?" The man asks pointedly at Dimitree "Absolutely not. She's off limits." Dimitree says with a finality in his voice that highly irritates me "What?" Both me and the man question, but his is more of a disbelieving tone and mine is more of a confused tone "Khaya, this is Damian, one of my best friends. Damian, this is Khaya, my sister." Dimitree introduces "Sister? Khaya? As in THE Khaya?" The man, which I've come to know as Damian asks in shock " Is there another Khaya that ive told you about?" Dimitree asks while raising a brow "No, but how come I'm only learning about this news now? Does Miguel know?" Damian asks, but this time I'm the one being Shocked. Miguel? "No Miguel doesn't know, but he'll find out at Dinner next week." This catches my attention again "Dinner?" I ask "Yes, Dad will tell you about it over breakfast." He answers
"Oh, Khaya you're awake. Good morning." Elizabeth's voice is heard from behind me "Good morning Dimitree and Damian. I didn't know you were here." She greeted us "Good morning." We all say at the same time "Will you be staying for breakfast Damian?" She asks standing on my right "Um, sorry miss Diallo, i have to leave in 15 minutes to take my mom to work..." He answers trailing off at the end as his gaze goes back and forth between Elizabeth's and my face "I'm sorry, but you two look exactly alike. Like Khaya just said 'copy and paste'." He says still looking back and forth "I'll take that as a compliment, so thank you." Both Elizabeth and I say at the same time making me look at her, where I catch her also looking at me.
At that we both shrug and look back "What time is breakfast usually?" I ask so that I could make a mental note of it "During the week it's at 7 so that everyone can be out the house by 7:30 but during the weekend it's at 9." Elizabeth responds sitting down on the armrest "Hm, ok. And do you guys have a home gym by any chance?" I question again "We have an outside gym, which is in the back yard and an inside gym that takes up the entire third floor." She responds again "But Dimitree will give you a tour of the house after breakfast." She continues and gets up "If you need me, I'll be in my office. Also Dimitree, your friends called saying they're in town." She says throwing Dimitree his phone and walking towards the stairs "Thanks ma." Dimitree shouts as Elizabeth dissappear up the stairs.
"I'll be in the gym. You can give me a tour of the house after breakfast. Is that OK?" I ask getting up from my seat "yeah that's ok." He answers which makes me nod and walk up the stairs, and into my room to change. I change into a pair of black tights, a grey nike sports bra and my black running shoes. Making sure to use waterproof foundation to cover visible scars on my back and stomach, I have to use a lot for most of the recent scars, it's been over a week so they shouldn't be too bad... at lest the scars on my stomach shouldn't be too bad.
As much as I'm not ashamed of my scars, they still bring back a lot of unwanted memories which I have no intention of mentioning to my so called family "maybe I should just wear an oversized shirt... No, it'll be fine." I talk to myself and walk out of my room and up to the third floor, its 5:45 so I'll probably be done before breakfast. As soon as I stop on the last step I see treadmills and elliptical trainers lining the wall on the right, all kinds of weighted training equipment in the middle of the right sections, punching bags on the left and further into the room a ring, I'm guessing they use it for training... good to know. I think I'll just start on the treadmill to get my blood pumping, then I'll move on to the punching bags, then I'll do the elliptical trainer and end off with the barbells.
Luckily there's built in speakers all around the room, so I connect my phone and start blasting the 'No Easy' album by straykids. I start slow on the treadmill and gradually increase into a sprinting speed for 20 minutes, then the punching bags for another 35 minutes, 25 minutes on the elliptical trainer and then the last 25 minutes with the barbells. I didn't realize that someone else came in while I was getting off the treadmill after my time on the treadmill ran out, so while I set a 35 minute timer on my phone and started with the punching bags I didn't feel the burning eyes on me. I was thinking about the dream I had and imagined Hinata is the punching bag, so it wasn't until the bag ripped and the person watching me gasped that I realized that there was someone else in the room maling me freeze, and just like that the timer on my phone rung ripping through the silence of the room.
I didn't even realize the album ended until now "What th-" I cut the person off by abruptly turning around to see it was Genises "We don't speak of it." I say with a finality in my tone making him nod, I guess that's it for the gym today, I think getting my phone and leaving. Ugh it's 6:42, maybe I'll go through some of my emails, I have to create a training schedule for the members in my Mafia, I also need to kill all of Hinata's closest members. I'll have to go back to Madrid for that, I should contact Ivy's dad after they get here so that I could get a scope of how things work around here.
After I got to my room I took a quick shower, did my skincare and changed in a pair of black sweats, a grey graphic tee and some grey socks. Should I leave my hair down? Or should I tie it? It's braided so I'll just tie it up incase I wanna lay down. After tying my hair, I grabbed my laptop and started going through my emails, approving and rejecting document.
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