The Mafia's Stella (ON HOLD)

She's Dead?

13 years later (present)

Mia's POV

I woke up at 5:00 am today just like every day. I got out of bed haven forgotten about my injuries from my beating yesterday. I fall to the ground and wince in pain, I'm pretty sure I have a couple broken ribs from yesterday.

 I slowly walk to my bathroom, and physically cringe looking in the mirror. I don't even recognize the girl I'm looking at anymore. I shower and put an outfit on, and I apply makeup to my bruises. I walk downstairs and see my mom already left for the airport. She's going on a trip to Hawaii, of course leaving me behind.

 I see her one-night stand is still here, and he's trying to make food. Keyword "trying." I try to sneak out without him noticing me, but of course with my luck I don't succeed. He turns around and looks at me angrily.

"Why the hell didn't you make me breakfast?!"

"I'm s-sorry I didn't t-think too." I'm trying not to stutter but I'm terrified.

"You didn't think to bitch? You always should make your company breakfast."

"You're not my company, you're my mom's company." I internally slap myself for my attitude cause he's for sure going to hit me now.

"What did you say you little bitch."

He takes steps toward me, and I'm frozen in place. I try to reach for the vase next to me, but he reacts quicker than me. He runs towards me and slams me against the wall. He grabs my neck and adds pressure to where it hurts but I can still breath. I start crying, and he slaps me across the face.

"Stop crying you little brat."

I try to control my tears but I can't, I start seeing stars and it gets harder to breath. He notices and let's go of my neck. I fall to the ground gasping for air, I can feel a panic attack coming. But before the panic attack comes, he punches me in the face. I try to reach for a piece of glass to cut him with, but before I can he yanks my elbow and I swear I felt it dislocate. I feel an immense amount of pain in my back, but then everything goes black.

I wake up on the floor right where he left me. I slowly get up even though I'm in so much pain. I limp towards the front window to see his car gone. I sigh in relief, and walk towards the kitchen. I grab the painkillers and dry swallow them. 

I slowly walk up the stairs and go to my mirror, I lift my shirt and look at my back. Sure, enough there's a bruise in the shape of a boot, I then look at my elbow but I can't even move it. I know I can't swim with these injuries and I'll have to take a break.

 Just then I hear the doorbell, I wipe off my tears and brush my hair. I slowly limp down the stairs and open the front door. There stood a police officer.

"Hi Mia, my name is Michelle I'm with the local sheriff department. May I come in?"

"Hi, yes you may."

The police officer comes in and I see her look towards the broken glass. I decide to make up a lie.

"Oh, sorry about that, I accidently dropped it when filling it up with water for some flowers."

She nods and looks at me with pity in her eyes. Why would she feel pity for me? No one cares about me or feels any emotions for me other than anger.

"I'm here to tell you that your mother died in a plane crash on her way to Hawaii."

I froze, is she finally dead. The monster that causes me to have nightmares, and cry myself to sleep every night. The monster that makes me feel so much pain, that I wish I was dead.

I have to be sure that she is or else it'll haunt me that she may still be alive.

"Are you sure?"

The police officer looked a little surprised to not see a single ounce of grief on me.

"Well, the plane crashed over the ocean, so there's not even a one percent chance she survived."

I wanted to dance around and celebrate. But right now, I had to act as if I just lost the person I love the most. Even though the things I love the most are Disney and swimming.

"Oh, ok well what will happen to me now?"

"We'll take you to the police station and run a blood test. If you have any other relatives, we will call them asking if they want to take you in."

"Oh, well I don't have any other relatives."

"We will do a blood test just to be sure, go pack some of your things. I will be waiting here."

I nodded and ran upstairs, I grabbed a bag and started packing. I made sure to pack my favorite stuffed animal. Her name is Blanky, she was given to me by a friend. He had to move to Russia, we were so close and I miss him a lot. I hope he's doing good, we haven't talked since he moved. I grabbed my phone and meet her downstairs, we walked outside. I get in the car and took one last glance at the place I call hell.

We got to the police station and she takes some blood from me. I was trying super hard not to have a panic attack, cause I have a huge fear of needles. I don't really know why but I've always been afraid of needles. She led me to a room and told me I can sleep or just rest on the couch. I was planning on resting but I was so tired and I eventually give in to the darkness.