The damaged

1

Nova

Lights flash past me, I push harder on the accelerator. My hands firmly on the wheel of my black Fenyr SuperSport. A shrill ringing noise surrounds me. I read the name on the caller id, what I read making me roll my eyes. 
What does he want?
I answer the phone with a click of a button.
"Yes father?" I say with a cocky tone.
"Don't speak to me with that tone," he spits out, "Where are you?"
"Out," I half answer.
He takes a couple seconds before replying. "You better not be out in that damn car again."
"I'm not dad," I say pushing my foot on the accelerator making the car reach 170km/h. 
"Just come home. Now."
"Fine," I reply hanging up on him.
My father. An abusive, drunk, narcissistic, self-absorbed asshole who's one goal in life is to piss off as many people as he can. 
Every bone in my body is screaming at me to turn and speed away from my house as fast as I can. When I enter the gates, it feels like a thick layer of ice set over my body. 
I park my car right out the front of my house to ensure that I would have a quick getaway if needed. I climb out of the car walking to the front door. Each step a slow walk to imminent case of boredom. i begrudgingly walk up what's seem like a million steps into my father's office.
I see him hunched over his desk reading a sheet of paper with a cigar firmly in his hand. The burning smell of the cigar fills my nose making me internally gag. I despise any form of cigarette or cigar; the smell disgusts me. 
"Yes sally," I call him by the nickname I gave him just to annoy him even more.
He looks up with an angered look on his face before rising from his leather chair and saying "Don't talk to me with such mockery you stupid girl."
My face blank not showing anymore emotion. 
"I've got some exciting news for you," Salvatore says taking a long drag from his cigar."
Waiting for the news I stay quiet until he starts talking again.
"You're getting married."
My jaw drops. He can't do this. Can he? No. I don't want to get married.
"What?"
"Are you really that incompetent that you're going to make me repeat it?" he looks at me expectantly.
"You can't force me to get married," I cry out it protest.
"Oh, I can, and I am," he says with an evil smirk.
I shake my head. 
"You're doing it, it's already decided," he starts again, "it will make our connections with other mafia families stronger, our two families once joined will have an infinite amount of money."

"Is that really all you care about?" I spit out, "money and power? Not what your own daughter wishes to do with her own life? You really are a self-absorbed prick." 
I storm out of his office when he yells, "you're doing this whether you like it or not!"
I run down the stairs and out of the house, making a beeline for my car. Thank god I parked it close. 
My heart is pounding and it's a little hard to breathe but I push past my feelings to drive off.

Tears prick my eyes when I'm driving. Not from sadness, but from anger. I hate when I do this, I get so mad that I start crying. Crying is a sign of weakness; I am not crying over my stupid deadbeat father. Pull it together nova.

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After driving for about an hour and a half I've calmed down enough to drive back home. I open the garage to put my car into before I sneakily make my way to my room to avoid any interaction with anybody.  Once I enter my room I lock the door and walk over to my bed to lay on my stomach. Pulling out my phone to call the one person I actually want to talk to. Miya. My best friend.
"Miya?" I say.
"Hey what's up?" she replies through the phone.
"Nothing much, just my dad being an absolute douche again," I close my eyes while replying.
"what did he do this time," I hear the annoyance in her tone when she hears me mention my father. Miya also hates my dad, so its good to have someone to rant about him to.
"The usual, as well as forcing me to get married to someone I don't even know," i reply casually.
"WHAT?" she shrieks, "he cant do that? Who does he think he is?"
"Apparently he can,"
"Do you know the name of who your getting married to?" miya says.
"No clue at all, I really hope its not some annoy person that ill have to deal with for the next however many years," I say while sighing.
"Maybe you'll have one of those arranged marriages where your both fall in love and live happy ever after," she says with a hopeful tone.
"it's not like in the books Miya, this is real life and real life is shit," 
"You never know," Miya says and I can hear the smile in her tone.
"Do you want to have a movie night at my place tonight?" she says, "you can stay the night if you want."
I grab the chance to leave this house and agree.
Leaving the keys to my Fenyr SuperSport and grabbing the keys to my black Yamaha R7. What can I say I like the colour black. I grab the motorbike and leave the gates of my mansion in a hurry.
While I'm waiting at red light another person on a similar looking bike to mine that's lined with red and black, but I can't tell the make and model. I look back at the rider who looks at me. The rider signals that he wants to race me to the next set of lights. I agree as I could not pass down a good race.

When the lights turn green, I race off as fast as I can, the other rider close behind. He makes it close by almost over taking me but he can't seem to get in front. When we get to the next set of lights we stop and he pulls up next to me. 
"How did you do that?" he asks.
"What do you mean?" I say confused.
"Beat me, no one ever beats me." He replies.
Wow, cocky much?
"Then I guess you've just been racing shitty people," I reply with a smirk he can't see.
He starts to talk again just as the lights turn green. I use that as an excuse to leave the conversation. 

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I pull up out the front of Miyas mega mansion. Miya's family is also in the Italian mafia, but her family is so loaded its crazy. 
I take off my helmet to pull out my loose braid to release my long brown hair. I walk up the small steps to the front door before opening it. I'm here almost every day. Walking down the long hall to Miya's room like I have many times before I open the door to see Miya laying on her bed on her phone. She looks up at the door when I walk in before realizing its me and getting up with a big smile on her face.
"You're here!" she says with a squeal tightening her arms around me.
"Not for much longer if you keep squeezing me," I say.
"Sorry I just haven't seen you for so long," she says as she releases me.
"I was here yesterday?" confusing evident in my voice.
"Way too long, look how much has happened," she replies while walking back over to her bed. I nod understanding what she's saying. 
"Wanna talk about everything?" she whispers gently.
"I'm kind of just blocking it out at this point," I start, "maybe a little later."
"That's okay," she responds, "for now I've got chocolate, lollies and a bottle of vodka."
I smile at her; she knows me so well.
"Perfect," I say. 
"What movie do you want to watch?" she says.
I go to answer the question when she answers for me.
"The fast and the furious?" she says with an expectant expression.
I give her a small smile before saying "Of course."

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