Raven Frost is an epitome of mystery who weaved a web of lies and held a million secrets within her. She had come to Shadowvale University to revel in life's bounty. But her very first day tripped out. Her one lie led to another, and then another, u...
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12 years ago.
"I don't want to hear a word from you, Paolo. Just leave me alone." My mom shouted at my dad. Her voice echoed down the dark hall.
I could not help but take my little feet to walk towards mom and dad's bedroom.
I was not supposed to be there this late, but their voices couldn't stop haunting me so I went to check up on them. I now know it was a bad decision...
"You gotta be the first wife in the mafia world who's husband didn't keep his leash on her. I've given you freedom, and in return you wander around like a filthy whore?" I could hear my dad shout as my steps grew closer to their room.
The door was ajar, and gold light flowed outside from it, illuminating the dark hallway. When I tiptoed around the door frame, I peeked my head inside. Just so slightly while hiding my body so they won't see me.
Dad's hands were tight on mom's both arms as he kept yelling at her. She was almost naked. A white blanket was wrapped around her body, and there was another big, muscular body present in the room. It was lifeless, the unfamiliar man was lying on the ground in his own blood that was spewing out of his torn neck.
It didn't scare me. I've seen and tasted the smell of death ever since I was born. What would have been more surprising is to see an actual life.
"Oh for Christ's sake Paolo. If you can spend day and night in debaucheries with whores and sluts, why is it wrong if I get some fun too." Mom shouted back.
What does debaucheries mean? A question that had popped in my mind. But my trail of thoughts didn't last long when I saw my dad slap my mother.
Again, It didn't surprise me. I guess, it's normal for a husband to beat his wife, and to be unfaithful with her.
That's what dad taught me too. He says I'm a man, and a man is in the control of the family. And to keep control over the family, I'm allowed to hit my future wife, and I'm not bound to be faithful with her. Because I'm a man, just like him.
Then why does that feel so wrong?
My mom started laughing. My father's face had gotten extra red in anger. "You're a fucking whore. And a thief. If you want to get your pussy stuffed like a hooker, fine. But don't fucking waste my money on your men sluts." Dad released her with force and she was slammed against the wall. It's then I noticed she was drunk.
My heart was drumming against my ribcage the moment her eyes caught mine. She stared at me and smirked. "You. You filthy little thing." She pointed her index finger at me. "Come here. Inside."
