This is Mafia

Chapter I - have fun

THIS FIRST CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ABUSE I DO NOT ADVISE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 15.... SWEARING INVOLVED.

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My father's hand slapped across my face, one last hard time before leaving my room. I was left soulless and hurt, but I was used to all the abuse.

After all my father had done this for the past 18 years.

He had despised me ever since the day I was born this was when my mother had died conceiving me.

Ever since that day, I know his soul had died with my mother after her death.

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I awoke to the dark walls of my so-called-room as I heard another gunshot come from my father's gun. His shouts, angry enough to frighten me even more than ever.

And when this happened I wish the wall I was leaning on would open and eat me up whole.

His loud shouts and gunshots always meant he'd be down here tonight.

Please not again! Lord show me mercy. I had mentally said to myself scared shitless.

I limped across the other side of the room looking at the shattered mirror my father had thrown me at a couple nights ago, making my spine shiver at thought of remembering that day.

I was like his own personal punching bag whenever he was angry.

I looked at the mirror to see my light brown skin covered in a big purple bruise that travelled across to the corner of my right eye to my jawline. I just wished that my features didn't look like my father we looked too much alike. Every glance in the mirror I took startled me because it gave me the constant reminder of him. We have the same coloured green eyes, which mine were all bruised and puffy from the memory of him slamming me against the wall. My dark bush-like brunette hair like his own, mine always messy and greasy compared to his neat and always clean. My eyebrows were the worst part of my features, they almost connected.

If looks could kill...

I guess my father is right, even without the scars on my body.

I am hideous.

I stared at myself in the mirror a little too long before the tears started running down my bruised face. All I wanted was normal life, a life that had nothing to do with all this "Mafia," business. But how could I have a normal life, with my father's abuse upon me. How could I have a normal life when my father was the 2nd most feared mafia leader in the mafia business. How could I have a normal life when every mafia gang has heard of the famous Dominic Joseph-Maliah having a daughter, which people didn't know was being abused for the past 18 years since she was born.

Other gangs never knew that, they never knew who I was or what I looked like, all they knew was that my father had a daughter he kept in hiding.

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This day was short, I had sat in the corner of the room for nearly 3 hours and now the sun was only setting.

I knew my father was going to come down to my room shortly, he only came down here on his bad days, that were usually twice a week. or if I'm lucky only once.

My father had usually beat me to pulp, then let me heal. It was a cycle that always occurred.

Another hour had passed.

This is it.

Nothing could be any worse than the wrath of my father.

I heard Footsteps approached down the stairs and I scurried towards the closest corner I could terrified of what he would do next. But what was about to happen was far worse than what I had ever imagine...