Gangster's niece

Where it all started

Numb.
Numb is how I feel.
What can I say... It all fell down to a point where I couldn't take it anymore.
I can barely distinguish where I am right now.
It's like I've been unconscious for a few hours now.. maybe even a day.
I look around me and all I see are tissues, alcohol and a few empty boxes of cigarettes.
I try to open my heavy eyes but my vision is kind of blurry, I look at my clothes and notice how they're all messed up.
Where have I been? Slowly my memory comes back as I remember running away from home, after being assaulted by my uncle.
Flashbacks suddenly hit me and now I am stuck with dark visions that I can't escape from.
I remember Alec breaking up with me after I questioned him about how serious he was about us. I then remember coming back home, only to see my uncle waiting for me with his bottle of whiskey. He tried to rape me once again, but I remember gathering all the courage I still had from that day, and hit him with his own bottle, knowing he's way too hammered to fight back. I then took his cigarette box, and stole one of his alcohol bottles and ran away.
I think I drank too much. I think I smoked more than I should have. I cried more than my eyes could handle.
My life has no value anymore . For some reasons, I knew my life would end up in the worst possible ways.
It all started when my uncle took me from the orphanage to work for him when I was still a minor. I knew I would end up running away and end up in some random street. But I never had the courage to actually do it.

Time goes by and it's already getting late.
It's been a few hours & I'm still sitting in the same place. What else can I do?  I have no home, no one to seek help from, not even someone to ask for advice.
All I remember is Alec telling me he had a good time, and that I had a good shaped body, but he got bored. He used me. I thought our relationship would be more than some hookups. I guess  " I love you, I always will " was just a key to access to what he really wanted.

Pleasure.

I feel used, betrayed, but mostly naive.
I let him use me because of how foolish I was. Foolish that there would be someone out there who could care about me one day. I guess I was wrong.

I'm just a good looking girl no one likes for who she is, but rather how she looks.
And as if all of this wasn't enough, comes my dipsomaniac pervert of an uncle. He would come home befuddled every night. Whenever I was be lucky, he'd be drunk enough not to have the energy to hurt me. I know I can't do anything about.

The only reason I haven't reported him to the cops, is because he's in a gang. He has people watching me from everywhere.  He even has members in the police station working for him, and he's their leader.

My father was in it too. He resigned when he met my mom. He left all these dangerous people when he saw all the love and kindness someone like my mother could give. They unfortunately died in a car crash, that's what my uncle used to tell me while being drunk.
I was " lucky enough to survive the car crash and was brought to the orphanage. " That's what they said back there.
I don't think it was luck. Sometimes I wish I hadn't survived the accident and would've just died. It would have been better than dying over & over again every single day. Not only on the outside , but on the inside as well. This time I couldn't take it any more. I had to run away. I don't think he'll notice it until a few days, as much as he's drunk and unconscious.
He'll probably kill me, but I'm not quite sure of it. He likes to see me suffer, and killing me would be making me a favor. I think he hates his brother for ditching him and his filthy gang, and that's why he hates me as much as he does.  I know it won't be long until the whole town comes looking for me, he'll probably even put a price on my head. But I know it's still worth it.. running away.
It's getting darker by the minute and I'm still a bit unconscious from all the alcohol i consumed last night. I see an old creepy man walking towards me. I feel vulnerable and can do nothing about it. I feel him getting closer with the creepiest look on his face.
-Hey sexy girl, can I join you? The creepy old man says while unzipping his pants.
I look at him disgusted and spit on his face.
He becomes enraged and pulls my head up by my hair close to his face then proceeds to say;
-You think you're funny don't you? I wish I could wipe his smile off of his face, I try to reach for the knife i kept in my pocket and get it near his throat.
-Get the hell away from me you creep.
He looks straight at knife I'm holding near his throat, and I can feel I made him nervous about it.
-What did you just say? He asks me while not moving much to avoid getting cut.
-She said to pull the hell away from her, says a man right behind him, he's tall, has brown hair, colored eyes, perhaps a few years older than me.
He pulls a gun and points it right behind the creepy man's head, but the old man doesn't notice it yet.
-Who the hell do you think you are? Asks the old creep. I lower my knife.
The guy smirks and says;
-Someone you don't want to ask these types of questions to.
He then pulls the trigger and shoots the man right in his head. I can feel his filthy blood splash on my face, and my vision becomes blurry. Last thing I see is the young man wiping his gun, then everything turns to black.