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Athena Vasilios had just figured out that her parents had been leaders of the Italian Mafia. Unfortunately, they've passed away and passed it down onto her. Athena isn't ready in any way to lead a mafia, as she's just getting...
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song: sweater weather - the neighborhood ෆ ⊹˚˖⁺
DAYS PASSED AS my mother and brother both passed unexpectedly due to a plane crash. I cried and sobbed in silence, my father drinking away his pain.
"Grayson! Come down here now." He yelled my name out and I wiped my tears away, afraid he'd shout at me for that. I walked down the stairs, seeing multiple beer bottles and cans lying around everywhere.
"Yes..?" I cautiously said, avoiding any glass shards. "Y'know that you're the fucking reason why they're gone. They would've never gone on that trip if it weren't for you."
He threw a glass beer bottle towards my way. It came so fast I hadn't had time to even react. It shattered on impact of my face, glass flying everywhere. I flinched but stood there, not daring to show the aching pain.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled under my breath but repeated it when I remembered he always told me to speak up. "Start crying. See what fucking happens." He spat at me and took a drink.
I didn't cry. I remembered my father had always told me that crying is only for cowards, for people who have nothing else better to do than feel bad for themselves. I vowed myself to never cry. Not ever again. Because I'm not a coward.
"Take your shirt off." I did, ready to embrace the pain. I heard his buckle clack against the leather as he took off his belt. I got onto all fours, following the normal routine.
I felt the first strike. Stinging through my back, and all throughout my body. I picked up shards of glass in my palms, focusing on that pain rather than the strikes from the belt.
The metal buckle hit my spine before the leather came after. I was definitely going to have more scars than ever now.
My eyes jolted open, my body suddenly sweaty. I sat up, running my fingers through my hair and tugging at the strands. I hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, throwing a splash of water at my face. This is why I don't fuckin' sleep.
"Hey.. are you okay?" Athena was sitting up now, the blanket all ruffled. She rubbed at her eyes, her hair a tangled mess and yet she couldn't look better.
"I'm fine." I dabbed a towel at my forehead and my brow, trying to calm myself down. I was breathing heavily now, trying to rid my memories. "What happened? Did you get a nightmare? I get those too, it's normal."
She stood up and walked over to me where I was gripping the edge of the dresser. Her voice was soft and sleepy. She dragged her feet on the ground as she came closer. A hand placed on my shoulder.
"I didn't get a fucking nightmare, Athena. I'm fine." I added a harsher tone to my words. She stepped back, her touch leaving with her. A spark of heat on my shoulder from where her touch was.
