Layla Eve Giovanni
She was taken from her father and brothers only a year after she was born by her mother.
She never knew she had any other family besides her mother, she was always told her father didn't want her.
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I awoke to the rapid banging at my door along with the booming voice of my stepfather.
"WAKE UP YOU STUPID BITCH AND MAKE US SOME BREAKFAST!!"
With a groan I sit up and wince at the pain that shoots down my sides, I got home a few minutes late and my dearmother (please note the sarcasm) and her pervert of a husband decided they wanted to beat the fuck out of me last night. Ignoring the pain I get up and make my way into my bathroom to start my morning routine. As I start the shower I make sure I have all my hair and body care stuff with me before stepping into the streaming hot water. I wash my hair with my coconut shampoo and conditioner.
I shave my body down before scrubbing my skin raw with my vanilla body scrub. Once I'm done with the shower I dry off before grabbing a pair of old sweatpants and hoodie. I use my concealer to hide the bruises on my face and neck as well as my tattoos before grabbing my phone and bag, then heading downstairs to cook my stepfuc- stepfather and monster of a mother breakfast.
Once their breakfast was cooked I hightailed it out of the front door keeping my steps light but fast along with my movements. I walked down the block before hopping onto my motorcycle and sped off the school. Along the way to school a feeling arises in my gut but I ignore it and continue to weave in and out of traffic, I pull into the school lot and hop off my bike popping off my helmet as I go before heading into the front doors.
I keep my head down to avoid the whisper and stares I get as I walk to my locker before shoving my helmet into my bag along with all my class books before slamming my locker door shut. I walk into my math class 10 minutes early, since I have it first period. I take the seat in the every back and focus my attention outside. As students begin to file into the class I keep my eyes outside no caring about the class.
I've already graduated from highschool but I still go so that I can get out of the hell- I mean house I live in. Halfway through the lesson the principals voice is heard over the intercom.
"Will Layla Smith please come to the principals office, Layla Smith to the principals office please"
I grab my bag ignoring the looks from the other students before making my way to the front office, I walk into the office ignoring the receptionist and kick open the principals office and plop into the chair in front of him ignoring the 2 police officers sitting off the the side.
"I haven't done anything Johnny-boy, So what's happened?" I ask him in my normal emotionless tone before he can even open his mouth.
He clears his throat before looking at me with barely concealed pity! I fucking hate pity! Why is he looking at me like that! "I'm sorry but your parents have passed this morning, These lovely officers are here to take you down to the station to do a DNA test. If you could follow them they will take take of you" He says as I look the officers up and down before standing up with my bag slung over my shoulder.
"C'mon then, I have to grab my bike I'll follow you to the station" I say in a monotone voice.
I walk out of the office and towards my bike, I hop onto my bike before following the officers down to the station. Once at the station I'm led to a small office by one of the officers, I'm told a doctor will be by to take a blood sample soon. I only had to wait a few minutes before the doctor walked in, they took my blood before leaving as I just sat here.
At some point I must have fell asleep because when I am woken up by the door opening and the officers from before walk in with smiles on their faces, it kind of creeped me out. They sat across from me.
"So good news! We found your biological family! And your father and brothers and they have agreed to take you in" One of them says.
I sat there in shock from a few seconds before composing myself. "When will they be here?" I ask.
"They are flying out here so probably tomorrow morning at most." The other officer replies.
"Could you just give me a call when they are here so that I can come back here after I pack up my stuff?" I ask.
The officers nod as I grab my bag and make my way out of the station and hop on my bike again. Before driving back to the place I called "home". Once inside I head upstairs into my room and start to pack my 2 suitcases, one with my clothes and makeup the other holds all my knives and guns along with my ammo and Assassin suit. Once those are packed I pack my lap-top, Bluetooth speaker, chargers, vapes, weed, and headphones into my backpack along with my sketch books and art supplies. I pick up the loose floorboard in my closet and pull out my bank card, and over $50,000 before stuffing it into my backpack with everything else.
Once that's done I flop onto my bed trying to comprehend what happened..
My monster of a mother along with my step-father are dead! I have a father and 6 brothers! WTF! Okay okay... Breathe... In... Out... In... Out... Okay.. WTFFF!!
