The Bad Girl and her Gang

Awakenking

[Extremely Mature and uncensored Content. Talks of Rape, Slavery and violation of every human rights there is]

Sara Lyakov: 21 years old. Black hair (dyed), blue eyes. Russian

Trent Kingsley: 25 years old. Black hair, brown eyes. American-Russian

Two years later*

I woke up in the humid heat of Malaysia, after being saved by Trent he took me around the world so the gang lost interest in me. In other words: thought I was dead.

Trent told me that Mikhail's dad marked me for death because Raven told him I was pregnant. Which was hilarious, we only slept once and it's not like he thought of me as special. He didn't even save me. I stayed captured by the gang for six months two weeks and three days until Trent could get me out. I left that place bearing two broken ribs, a broken jaw, fractured wrists and ankles. I was raped continuously, they might as well have killed me, the humiliation they put me through was unprecedented and undeserved. I spent the months begging for my brothers to save me, when I knew it was Mikhail who used me for sex realising he knew I was a Lyakov all along....he thought he would convince me to turn my brothers to his gang.

I cried every night before I slept and every morning when I woke up to the shit hole. I wore the same rags and ate whatever scraps they had left over for six months. Often I thought of dying and getting it over and done with but, why should I die? What the fuck did I do wrong? My perseverance to live and get revenge drove me to eat the bowl of rice with dirt and my captors spit. My despair turned to rage and I decided that I would kill them. All of them. Ending it with Mikhail.

Trent was 23 and I was a naive and weak 19 year old. But now, Trent and I have built a gang for ourselves. Gathering our holdings internationally gaining more and more drugs and weapons. Trent often went romantic with me, and I didn't know how to respond. He saved me and I owed him everything for risking his life for me. But I didn't love him.

Like I loved Mikhail.

**

I woke up next to a shirtless Trent at 4:23am, our shabby apartment felt like a temporary yet satisfying home. Getting out of bed I walked to our studio and started punching, taking jabs out of the punching bag.

Marat
PUNCH

Mikhail
PUNCH PUNCH

Lyakov
PUNCH PUNCH

After one hour of fuelling my anger and another hour of pilates with 5 minute breaks in between I headed back and took a shower. Contrasted hot and cold for the healing.

I teared up remembering Claire and the warmth of her presence. The warmness of Mikhail and how he made me feel. Like I was worth a damn.

Live Sara. Live

Looking into the mirror, the black hair was alien to me. It grew longer and thicker, symbolising the love that left my heart. They beat me every day and mocked me every day. Not anymore. Behind me Trent's figure was standing, he smiled and hugged my bare back kissing my shoulders.

"Sara, I love you", looking at him through the mirror I didn't even smile. His love wasn't suffocating neither did it bring me happiness. It was just nothing. But I won't do to him what Mikhail did to me.

We boarded the plane back to my home. I wanted to go back to my apartment from two years ago, I grinned thinking about the scent of alcohol and cigarettes. Followed by anger and betrayal, I was no longer the girl who obeyed her brothers. Who fell in love.

Thinking about Raven and her hair burnt along with her body made me internally chuckle in the plane. "Sara, want some coffee?"

I held his hand and nodded. When the coffee came I pulled on his collar and whispered into his ears, "Let us party and drink when we go home."

When we go home....

After the flight, we arrived at my home. I left this place in a crate. Taken away like goods, traded from Mikhail to the brothers of his gang. The gang he will one day take over.

We travelled by taxi, it took an hour and 17 minutes to get there and we reached the Building at 6:56pm. Watching the building for a minute with Trent clenched my hand for support I realised the whole moved on no matter what happened. The thousands of lives that are ruined each day didn't effect this putrid world. Looking at Trent's face I felt the way he looked. Empty.

I smiled at him, "what will I do without you". I stated not questioned. He took my jaw and kissed me deeply, his tongue seeping into my mouth. I accepted.

We walked hand in hand, up the stairs and he held out the key. I left a spare behind the painting of a vase on level three of the building.

I took a breath out and unlocked the door, swinging it open to see what happened over the years. Did it gather with dust? Was Mikhail sleeping with another girl? Was it empty with not trace of me left?

Swinging it open I notice a man, wearing black pants and was bare footed. Looking up I see who it is....
"Sara?"
Trent behind me loads his gun.