Older Brothers | Mafia Overprotective

chapter one - introduction

My alarm clock yelled at me. "Fuck" I groaned, yet another day in this godforsaken house. But I try not to complain as much anymore, just makes it ten times harder to deal with.

I did what I do every day; I take my hair out of my braids and dress myself in whatever I can find hanging off my drawers. Most of the time it doesn't match, but sometimes it does— today was not one of those days.

As I went to brush my teeth, I noticed the tap wasn't turning. Of course, the water must be out again. I ran downstairs to grab a bucket, I then headed out of my house onto the neighbours lawn. I looked for the hidden knob she had and turned on her sprinkler.

Oh she's going to kill me.

I ran around the area, letting my hair get wet and periodically stopping to check if the bucket was filled or not.

After it was, I quickly ran back into my house and showered, then brushed my teeth.

Today is my favourite day of the week. Monday morning.

Every day of the week my loser mother and devil step father go out drinking after work, but it's only on Sunday nights that they really go all out.

They don't work Mondays, so on Sunday nights my "parents" get absolutely sloshed and sleep till 3pm.

Which means I get to enjoy my day :)

I grabbed my worn out backpack and opened the door very slowly. The hinges are rusted and the door is practically cardboard so I have to be extra careful.

My cycle was just as bad as my house. One wheel was always flat, the chain kept hitting me somehow and it made this horrible creaking sound when it moved. I did love it though. I've always had it with me I just don't know where I got it from.

I like to think it was a gift from my mother and real father before they separated. I'd like to assume that's when she was a sweet person.

I hate my biological father, though. I hate the stupid letters he sends to my house, I burn them everytime.

I hate him for not fighting for me. I hate him for letting his wife and a billion men abuse me.

But it's not the time to deal with that right now.
I showed up at my school, 12th Street Public School for Teenagers.

One of the many disgusting schools I've gone to, by the way.

As I walked into school a little late, I saw an entire friend group scoff in disgust.

Ah yes, everyone's favourite spoiled rich brats. They got expelled from private school for bullying and violence, that's the only reason they're here.

"Isabella!" A girl with pink hair yelled. Oh, Veronica. She was the new addition to their group.

I turned around as they all throw their trash at me. Fuck this. I turned around and kept walking to class.

They do this often, but I don't seem to care. Things are worse at home, and this is like my millionth school.

I walk to homeroom to see my entire friend group lounging around the corner tables. There's Elliot, Liam, Jason and Laura. Liam and I are the only ones actually in this homeroom but the others come and sit with us quite often.

Jason looks over at me, smiles and waves and then turns to the group, "I bet 8 minutes. You all owe me ten bucks suckers."

"You guys bet on me being late?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"No! Obviously not," Elliot scoffed, "You're always late, we just bet on how late you'd be."

"Assholes," I commented, I threw my bag on the floor and sat next to Liam. I took out my phone and began scrolling on Instagram.