Chapter 1 pt. 1
(3rd Person POV)
Nya is a girl who has been tortured her whole life. But you'd never be able to tell
She is being underestimated by everyone.
She was orphaned at a young age. She's been through dozens of foster homes. Each and everyone more crueler than the last.
But this one is different.
Her new foster dad is a gangster, not just a gangster. He's a gang leader. He's the gang leader of the number one gang, the White lions. He fosters kids to make an extra buck, only boys though. But he can't resist when he's offered double to take in 16 year old Nya who the social workers say isn't "a hard case". She's "the" hard case.
He thinks It'll be easy to break her.
That's why all the kids come to him that do. To be broken of all their spirits, hopes and dreams.
Nya's heard of him and all the pain he can bring. Pain, oh yes sweet pain. Nya has spent years mastering it. It and all that it can do. Can Nya endure it and on top of that the war she has raging within herself.
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*(Nya's POV)
"Here girl, here Nya." Marco says.
He makes kisses noises, as I'd he were calling a dog. I shivers. He really is as bad as they say. I set my shoulders and prepare to face my newest tormentor. I'd been here no more than an hour and I was already on "the list" as an earlier foster parent had called it when I was in for a belting.
"There you are." He says as the door to the closet flies open
I hold back a gasp as I take in his appearance. He's perfect.
Usually all my foster parents are always overweight, lazy, old and have lots of medical conditions. Of course, none of those conditions kept them from hurting me.
Marco on the other hand is perfect. Strong, tall, handsome. His thick, curly, black hair has been cut short, perfect against his tan skin. He's what every orphan ever imagined a perfect father was.
Hmmmmmm. I called my last foster parent "Fugly". You see ever since I was first thrown into this crappy system I started calling the people who fostered me names. At first it was just stuff like"fatty", and "ugly", or "dumb dumb". As I got older though, I started to get creative with it. Hm, what to call him though.He looks like a player, not to mention a jack***. That's it I got it. Jackface.
"Yes jackface." I say sweetly.
I watch as his eyes darken. I flinch. My eyes close as I wait for the belt he's holding to slice throgh the air and peirce my already scarred skin. I wait,nothing happens. I open my eyes and he's giving me this strange look I don't think gangsters should.
"Why?" he asks "Are you in the closet?"
"No reason." I mumble
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(MARCO's POV)
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*Why is she in the closet? I make a sweeping gesture for her to come out so I can get a better look at her. Had my sons thrown her in there? I wasn't here, the case worker knew I wouldn't be. I had told my sons to show her to her room and nothing more.
Eh. Who cares.
She steps out of the tiny closet, Her hair is a dark shiny brown. Her skin is as equally tan as mine. Her face holds an expressionless look, it almost has a dullness to it.
I look her in the eye. Unlike all the other children that'v come to me. Her gaze never quavers. When she does look away she does it as if she has better things to do.
That's okay. I think to myself, I'll break you yet. After all, that's why all the kids who come to me do. To be broken of all their spirits, dreams and hopes.
"Come with me." I say leading her downstairs.
We get there and my gang jumps out and yells. "Surprise!"
I watch her waiting for her to start cheesing like all get down or start bawling or something.
She turns to me "How did you know it was my birthday?" she asks.
"The case worker told me." I reply smiling.
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(Nya's POV)
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*"Really, because it's not." I say.
Did he really think he could fool me. This is one the oldest tricks in the book. His face falls. Everyone is stunned into silence.
Then his hand flies out and hits me like a brick wall. My grin never wavers.
"You." I drawl out slowly. "Hit like a girl, or should I say a boy considering I know a lot of girls who could hit harder than that."
He smiles and says "You just wait little girl."
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Random"Here girl,here Nya." Marco says He makes kissing noises, as if she were a dog. Nya shivers. He really is as bad as they say. Nya set her shoulders and prepared to face her newest tormentor. NOTICE : This story is under serious editing and plot rev...