CHIARA ROMERO was kidnapped from her influential crime family as a child, growing up with no memory of her origins and an abusive home life. Raised in the streets of New York, she learned to fend for herself, becoming a fierce and brutal woman. At o...
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The sun shines brightly through my windows, awakening me from my slumber. Slowly, I roll out of bed and make my way to my bathroom to take a quick shower, I turn on the water and then undress myself. I may have scars on my body from my abuse but i still think i'm beautiful. The really bad scars got coved by my tattoos and my confidence has grown, now i'm content with my body and wont let the assholes from my past follow me to my future.
My scars make me who I am. They tell a story I'm not willing to say out loud.
I have my shower and dry myself off with the fluffiest towel i have ever felt. I'm serious, it was like touching a cloud. Once that's done i look into the mirror to brush my hair. 'I should get another tattoo' I thought to myself. Finally i go and get dressed into a casual long sleeve white shirt, some grey baggy jeans and white trainers.
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Leaving my room, i head to the kitchen where i find everyone sitting around the kitchen island. "morning" i say as i enter the room, i get a chorus of greetings back but then dad says "Chiara, i was thinking that you, Carlos, Leo and Santiago could go shopping today to get any things you need. Me and the others have a meeting with some business partners" , "sounds fun" i say as i dig in to the pancakes that were placed in front of me.
Once me and the others finished our breakfast, we headed to the garage, my cars haven't been delivered yet, only my motorbike because I made Xander bring it over with him, so i get into the back seat of the range rover with Santiago. We start driving to the mall and all begin to talk about me and Santiago going back to school. In Spain, school is only compulsory from the ages of six to sixteen, so I immediately shut down the idea. I already graduated at 16 in America, I don't see why I would need to go back to school here.
We arrived at the mall and hopped out the car, walking towards the entrance. When we step inside, I am immediately directed to a small clothes store by leo. "I think this shop matches your style" he explains as we enter the store. Usually i like to wear black, grey or white but every now and again i will add a pop of colour, my favourite colour is red for the obvious reasons. I begin looking at all the racks of clothes and pick a few to buy. I finished buying the clothes and we strolled out the shop.
