I was woken to the sound of my fathers' fierce yelling. Although I feared him, I am numb from all the pain that is coursing through every limb in my body. It wasn't a bad beating though, I actually got to be unconscious for this one, that was a blessing. Most of the time he tries to avoid my head so I am conscious for most of his sadistic beating.
I do know better than to keep my dearest father waiting. Of course I will still have pain inflicted upon me, whether it be mental or physical. I edge out of my bed and limp across my room to the full length mirror that is attached to my walk in wardrobes' door.
I stared down at my stomach as that was the source of most of my pain at the moment. I gasped. He carved my torso like I was a piece of playdough and he was a toddler in art. I already have many scars, but this was just that step to far. He has broken my every being and doesn't even look fazed.
"You said you had school slut. Last time I checked you actually have to get off your lazy ass to attend." He smirked with his pearly white teeth gleaming.
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir" I said, void of any and all emotion.
"Clean yourself and this shit up before you leave. Wouldn't want anyone to know our little secret, would we now..." He laughed harshly as he pointed to the blood that was smudge across the floor... My blood.
My father was a well-respected CEO of the Collins Corporation, he wouldn't want anyone knowing what was actually going on behind our mansions doors. It would ruin his reputation and the business would fall. He would die before he ever let that happen.
I exit the house and head to school right after cleaning all that was needed...
*Time Skip*
8 hours later...
I walked into a bloodbath and right in the middle of it all was my dear father. He was laying on the ground, coughing up blood. He has been shot at least 8 times and is bleeding everywhere. There are a bunch of fathers' work friends already dead, their bodies scattered around the place. What the actual fuck is going on right now. The sight of all this gore makes my stomach turn.
As I approach him, his eyes look directly at me and he cries? What the hell, I have never even seen this mans' eyes get watery.
"I am so sorry my beautiful daughter." He sobs.
"Sir, what is going on?"
"I never wanted to hurt you, but I had to prepare you for your future and my passing. Please try and find it in your heart to forgive me one day." His voice cracks.
"What do you mean, what future could possibly need such torture to prepare for it?" I croak.
"You will inherit Collins Corporation, but you will also inherit a mafia..." He trails off.
"WHAT???" I scream in shock.
"I never wanted this life for you but it is a tittle you were born with. You are the Heir of The Raven Souls Mafia, the biggest and strongest Mafia ever seen."
"Why Dad?" I whisper.
"Because the current leader is about to die..." He says quietly.
"Who is the leader?"
"Me, you are the daughter of The Raven." He said proudly.
"You, my precious daughter, are the new bearer of the tittle... The new Raven." He smiled.
"Everything you need you will find in my office, it will explain everything my dear. I love you Misery...
And with that he was gone. I cried at the fact he called me by his old affectionate nickname for me. I know him calling me Misery sounds bad, but when I was little I couldn't say my name. Instead I called myself Misery and he continued until my older brother died when I was 5.
And now I know why...
