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play with fire - Sam Tinnesz,Yacht moneyLiliana's PoV
I wake up breathing heavily, tears pouring down my face.
But I quickly pull myself together. These nightmares are getting fucking exhausting but I got just over 2 hours sleep last night.
That's a new record.
I check my phone and it's 6am.perfect
I get up shower and get dressed in the first thing i could find.
It covers all of my massive scars that I don't want people to see and it's comfy so I just go with it.
I hear a honk outside and know that it's my sister's bitchy little friends coming to pick her up for school.
I hear her footsteps trail off downstairs before the front door shuts with a slam. My reminder that I need to get going.
I walk downstairs to see empty beer bottles and cans littered around the living room but no drunk ass man passed out on the sofa per usual.
I wonder where my dearest foster parent is this time. Probably lying in a ditch somewhere, I can only hope.
I walk out the door and hop on my motorbike and start speeding down the road.
It's the only time I feel free.
No mafia to run. No school to pretend to care about. No abusive guardian waiting for the chance to use me as a punching bag.
Just me and my motorbike.. until I get to school.
But I don't care because I ditch it most of the time anyways. I already technically finished high school at 12 along with my friends so I don't necessarily need to be here but it's just something me and my friends can do I guess.
Plus, if I'm not there to protect my sister, who will?
I hop off my bike and head into first period. Ugh.
I. Hate. Maths.
And it doesn't help that the teachers a fucking old hag with no self respect.
"Where have you been, Liliana?!" She practically screams at me as i walk into the class.
"Ugh, shut up. I'm not fucking high enough for this right now" I say earning a couple snickers from my classmates while rubbing my temple.
"EXCUSE ME?!" She yells.
"I know you're old but I don't think your hearing should be going just yet" I reply earning another load of laughs from my classmates.
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Lies Painted Red
AcciónLiliana and her twin - Isabella - were both kidnapped from their family ( the Italian mafia ) at 3 years old by the Russian mafia as revenge and put into foster care in Spain. Their family never found them and eventually gave up looking. Liliana and...