This story is about an 18 year old girl whose name is McKenzie. Full name; McKenzie Baker. She grew up with somewhat loving parents. Her mother cared so dearly for her and so did her father...kind of. He neglected her but paid more attention to her...
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After five minutes of sitting on my bed thinking of what he could possibly want to talk to me about, I finally gained the courage to get up and walk down the hall to his office.
I knock twice before entering. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, sit." He replied, nodding towards the chair in front of his desk.
I gulped and sat down as told. "As you know, you're taking over soon," he started. I fucking hate talking about this.
"But since you've been training since you were seven, I think you're ready now. You'll be taking over in the next two weeks." He said as he continued to write.
"I hope there won't be any problems with that, will there?" he asked harshly, finally looking up at me with a raised eyebrow.
"No, there won't be any problems." I replied trying to look everywhere else but his eyes.
"Good, you meet with Lorenzo tomorrow morning for extra training. Be prepared and take this shit serious." Lorenzo is his assistant and second in command. He trusts Lorenzo more than anything. I don't have a problem with him either.
I nod, trying my best to keep my attitude under control.
"Good. Now you have five seconds to get the fuck out my office."
I stood up and quickly walked over to the door, opening it and closing it on my way out.
When I closed the door, I let out a deep breath of relief I didn't even realize I was holding.
He makes my life so fucking hard. He took my brother's life away from me in front of me on purpose. He wanted me to feel horrible. Living under the same roof as him already makes me feel horrible...
I speed walk back to my bedroom and I slam it shut. Why did I have to be the one with this shitty ass fucking life?
This shit is a nightmare. I've never thought about suicide so much before. But I want to stay, I must stay. It's what my brother would've wanted me to do.
I'm staying under his behalf. Nobody else's, not even my own. I must honor my older brother.
If that means I must become reckless, fearless, and cruel then so be it.
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Today is the day I meet up with Lorenzo at five in the goddamn morning. I've been training before I was seven, more like the day after my sixth birthday. I think I'm ready enough.
"Good morning, Kenzie." Lorenzo speaks out as I walk in the dark room.
"Would you turn some fucking lights on? You're sitting in the dark like a creep, I don't think I'm comfortable with that shit." I said squinting my eyes to look for a light switch.
Suddenly the lights flicked on, and I turned around to see Lorenzo with the cheesiest grin I've ever laid my eyes on causing my face to scrunch up.
"Unfortunately for you, you're going to be doing a lot of things you aren't comfortable with and there's nothing you can do about it. So, suck it up and stop being a little bitch that's scared of the dark." He spat out.
Who the fuck...??????
"Lorenzo, who the fuck are you talking to?" I knew he was talking to me crazy as one of his ways of training me, but I can't control my anger all the fucking time.
"You." He smiled.
Not even five seconds later I pounced on top of him and started swinging in his face. I left scratches, a few bruises, and his face was beginning to turn red. When I punched him hard as fuck in his jaw that's when something in him activated and he pushed me off him standing up quickly after.
He walked over to me angrily, but I didn't have the energy to stand up because of how hard he threw me. "You fucking hit my jaw; we talked about you doing that shit the first few times you did it!" He gripped me by my shirt and yelled in my face.
"Chillax, your jaw won't be knocked out of place if that's what you're worried about." I said. I wanted to laugh.
Shut the fuck up. You're lucky your fucking father won't let me put my hands on you and fucking kill you. If your brother was still alive, your damn daddy would've been let me try and kill your ass for that dumb shit. Watch yourself."
I wanted to swing on him again for speaking about my brother because he knows how much that shit hurts and affects me.
"Whatever bro let me go before I bite your fucking hand." I seethe.
He let me go without warning, causing me to fall on the floor weak.
"Get the fuck up so we can train more."
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After training for a total of five hours, I rushed up to my room. I can't believe I'll be the ne mafia boss in under fourteen days.
I called my best friend, Brooklyn. I needed someone to talk to.
"Hey bitch!!" She says energetically into the phone.
"You won't believe what my dad told me yesterday." I ignored her greeting.
"He spoke to you??" she asked, concerned. This is so disappointing that someone would ask me about my father.
"Yes, he told me that I will be taking over in the next two weeks. He had me training harder with Lorenzo since five this morning." My tone slightly rises from anger.
"Lorenzo is so fine. But that's fucked up." I laughed a little bit at what she said first.
"Girl, go out to the club with me tonight. We gone turn up and take our minds off the shit we got going on at home."
I nodded in the camera. "What time?"
"No later than eight." She said, getting serious.
"Okay, I'm going to start getting ready." I said as I laughed at her sudden change of tone.
"Okay, love you."
"Love you more."
"NO, I LOVE-" I hung up before she could finish.
I got up to take a shower and I put the most revealing dress I have on.
The dark red dress stopped at my knees, there was a slit going up my thigh, most of my cleavage was showing, and the dress was tight around my slim body.
I did my makeup naturally and I applied a little lipstick with lip gloss coating the top.
I finished the outfit with laced dark red stilettos and some jewelry.
