Sold to the mafia

One

I gently jog with my dog trailing behind, sniffing out different scents in the sand then gradually catching up to me. "Good boy" I breathe out, coming to a slow stop. I Pant loudly, attempting to catch my breath as I stop and turn to watch the sunrise above the ocean. The waves lightly splashing up against the sand then returning back out to sea in rhythm.

The view is priceless.

We run the final stretch home down the last block and soon slow down when we come closer to our little house that sits at the end of the street. I burst through the door with Buddy as he begins to talk to me with howls and grunts. "I know, boy".

Buddy stalks off into the kitchen, as I begin to take my trainers off. Although, I hear a cough sound through which forces me to snap my head
into the lounge. "Sophie, get yourself sorted and come sit with me.". My father orders.

"Just let me catch my breath, Dad" I groan as buddy comes back and I give him a quick rub before he wanders off once again.

"Quickly, it's important" he looks up from behind his glasses as he sits on his overused arm chair with a newspaper gripped in his hand.

His kind of 'important' is for me to clean the house. "What can be so important at seven in the morning, dad?" I reply with a tone, clearly fed up as I drag myself up the stairs. Admittedly, already over the day.

Wait for it..

"Sophie, don't go there." he demands as he quickly loose his temper in his usual style.

There we go.. I hate him. I can not express my hatred for that man, and for his girlfriend Leanna
Hate is an understatement. I hope one day I can live with my relatives down south. However, I bring money in for my father and Leanna at the moment so I have somewhat of a purpose round here.

I quickly strip from my clothes then stand beneath the shower. I let the cool water rain down on me as I rinse my hair and body then give myself a quick scrub, soon hopping back out.
I reach out for the towel and wrap it around myself, although quickly glancing down at the fading bruise that marks my skin on my lower ribs; made by the hands of my father.

"SOPHIE COME ON!" His agitated voice calls out from down the stairs, soon urging me to get a move on. I hurry out of the bathroom as I rub my hair with the towel, pacing into my bedroom and scouring for any clothes I can get my hands on.

I change into some black leggings, camisole and and cream cropped cardigan. Quickly sliding my feet into my slippers then heading towards the direction of downstairs.

I wonder if my step-mom has come back from her night shift. If not then I'm cooking for dad. Leanna generally cooks, which there's no doubt that she's a good cook.

I hurry down the stairs as I drag my hand through my damp hair, pacing towards the lounge. Although, at the sound of voices I slow my steps down. I'd like to assume it's my step mom that's back from work.

Swallowing, I rub my palms on my leggings and glance into the lounge whilst I slowly inch further in. Although, I soon halt in the archway as a few men crowd the small space with my step-mom and father sat down on the sofa.

Upon first thought I would think they are my fathers friends, however after a brief look at them, they look too groomed to be his friends. His friends, in the most respectful way possible, look anything but well presented.

"Come on in, Sophie." My step-mom drags her hand through her tatty brown hair with strands of prominent grey luring through.

I can't help but feel nauseous with nerves, and more so paranoid about what's happening. Never have I seen these men in my life but also something about the dynamics of this really does not sit well with. None of it makes sense.