I never believed in hell. Not until I met the Giovanni's. 3 devils with no mercy.
Arik Vincenzo Giovanni made my life a living hell. I was once a normal girl, a normal girl who was turned into a ruthless killer.
There's a phrase I could never get...
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Verena Alana Ravvet:
"Verena sweetheart come here." My mother slurs over to me while her big group of friends laugh.
Losers. Cocaine is spilt out all over the table and other drugs i don't know the name of. Drugs my mother hasn't taught me yet. Alcohol and cigarettes crowd the table and floor making the house and absolute mess. A mess i'm going to have to clean before dad get's back.
"Yes mother?" I try not to inhale the smoke she blows into my face.
"Maria how much for this one?" One man who looks a whole lot older then my mother, asks her with a lustful look on his face.
Am i going to get sold again?
"Oh don't be so ridiculous Stell this is my daughter." My mother laughs before taking another sniff of her lines of coke.
"That didn't stop you the first 3 times." I mumble.
She looks at me, her eyes softening.
"Lana, baby, come and try this." My mother pouts at me making my heart start to pound.
"Mum, i'm only 14." I control myself from running out of there.
"Age is only a number baby, now try it." She tells me but it's a demand.
If i don't sniff this coke i'll probably get sold the the old pedophile, who looks at me with hunger. Walking up to the table i sit down in front of it. Mother made me smoke marijuana last week and i wasn't too bad so would coke be such a difference?
"How do i do it?" I ask nervous, i know how to do it. I had been watching them for the past 3 hours take one line after another; i'm stalling.
"Come sit here i'll show you, little one." 'Stell' pats the seat next to him making me look at mother. She nods her head in his direction, demanding me to sit with him.
This man always comes over and i never liked the looks he gave me nor the way he slut shamed me in private when my mother wasn't around. All i'd be wearing is jeans and a jumper and he'd still find a way to make me feel dirty.
"Line it up real good." He guides my hands, something he probably finds sexy but i find revolting.
The white substance is in a thin line, my dosage small seeing as it's my first time. Mother stares at me with daring eyes, seeing if i will actually do it.
"I understand if you can't do it, these sort of things are not for the weak." She sighs looking at me with disappointment.
Before i know it i take the rolled up paper from 'Stell' , sniffing the coke up my right nostril in one swift movement.
