setting ablaze ( a queen is born)

A drop of ecstacy

Present day  (Amara's pov)

"Blaze!!,Blaze!!" I hear people  chatting  my name as I'm  pulled  away from the bloody  body that was laying on the ground  after the fight.
I walk  down from the ring and made eye contact  with  Santiago my under boss. I hear a chuckle coming from my right  side, which causes  me to roll my eyes before turning  to him ." What is this about ? Why are you making noise. And stay out of my personal  bubble", I  say as I  push him away. "What ever, Mara, just know that your mom is waiting  for you at the house.  Your grandfather  is waiting  for you and  is in your changing room". Santiago said before walking away to God knows  where.

"Knock!!,knock!"  , "come in Mara ". I  here from. The other side.  Upon  entering  I  spot my grandfather  with a glass of whisky  in his hand  and a smile on his face.
" You know the doctor  said alcohol  is  not good for your health,  don't  let me report you to mama, grandpapi." He immediately  puts  the glass down on the table  before letting  out a sigh.
" I know, mija, but old habits  die  hard. Anyways  I  hope u didn't  get too hurt, we wouldn't  want  your mother to think you never  really  quite fighting. " He said, looking  straight at me ,before  getting  up and walking  towards where  I was standing.
" she won't grandpapi , so relax. " I say remembering my mother's  outburst  the last time  she found  me bruised all because  of a fight  which led to a long conversation with her. I hear something  from  my grandfather that snaps  me out of thought,I didn't  catch the whole  statement, but all I  heard  was my father's  name, and that alone was enough  to tick me off.
" No papi, he's  going to pay, I'll  make him beg for mercy,"  I spit out with pain and hatred. I feel  a hand on my shoulder  and instantly  calm down under his touch.  He hunged me ignoring  the blood and all ,trying  to calm me down before  I  go on another killing spree.

"Come on, Mija, let's  go home before  your mother starts  to worry ". We walk out of the changing  room toward the main entrance.  I made brief  eye contact  with one of the people  there, and a shiver ran down  my spine,  I  knew  I'd  be seeing  him soon, and I  was looking  forward  to it. The black BMW made its way across town towards  the mansion.  During  the ride I  see many buildings some which  belong  to me and other beautiful  sights.  Upon  arrival,  I  get down and walk towards  my room  as my men bow in respect.  I instantly  fall on my bed due to stress.
Waking up thirty minutes later, I make my way to the bathroom.  I stare at my reflection,  a bit horrified  at the image  looking  back,note the sacram. Looking  at the girl who's  eyes had more to say than  she let on and face which  had bags due to stress and lack of sleep. I touch  my face and tried  to remember  the last time I  smiled, memories  of my childhood  flash in my mind.  I punch the glass  out of anger as  I heard laughter  in my head. It brakes with a few pieces digging  into my flesh.  I enter the shower  and wash  away the blood, sweat  and other events  of the day. Finishing  and closing  the door behind  me, I glance back at my now broken  mirror making a mental  note to get it fixed, great,  another problem to add to my growing  list.
I wear some comfy clothes  and reach  for a box underneath  my wardrobe.  Opening the lid I take out the yellow  looking bottle  with a prescription tag on it , I  take two pills  out  and pop  them in my mouth along with some water which was on the table  . I close  the container and shove it back  into  the box,  making  sure it is  hidden again. I make my way to the bed already  feeling  the effects. I fall on my bed and wait for the dreamless  sleep to consume  me. Tonight all I  want it a nightmare less sleep .