Her Mob Boss (Book Three Of The Brave Series)

1-Just Like Every Other Day

1-Just Like Every Other Day

It was just like every other day for Elena. She had woken up and quickly made her way to the bathroom to get ready for another long day at school. She showered quickly, just enough to wash herself off but not long enough to use up all the hot water. Afterwards she brushed her teeth and combed her long brown hair, tying it back into two long French braids before removing her towel and dressing with the speed of a cheetah, if a cheetah were to wear clothes anyways.

She had grabbed her backpack and shoes, putting them on without at sound and hurriedly made her way out of the house. Her walk to the bus stop was silent, the bus ride noisy as she used her headphones to block off the sounds.

Getting off the bus at the school she was greeted by her two friends, Amy, a tall skinny red headed girl with green eyes and a spunky personality, and Jamie, an average heighted boy with long black hair that covered half his face half the time and brown eyes with a pierced eyebrow and lip. They started their morning like they always did, with breakfast in the cafeteria and loud, if not inappropriate, jokes. She laughed as the bell had rung and headed of the class, waving them a good-bye.

She went through her classes with little, if not no interest, most of the material she had already reviewed for out of boredom. Her only excitement for the day was that thirty-minute lunch she got to have with her best friends since eighth grade. She waited four hours for those few minutes of peace of mind and she got them, savoring every bit of their cute bickering and raunchy jokes.

A fight had broken out and students flocked to the scene. Amy, being an MMA lover, dragged us both to the outskirts of the crowd. Elena could see that a tall, buff, short haired blond was pummeling an equally sized guy with long dirty blond hair. She noticed then, a black mark visible while he beat the other kid senseless from the shifting neckline of his shirt. There was a tattoo on his neck that he belonged to the gang that pretty much ran their small state. Her mind wandered to questions of why such a young guy would be affiliated to such a group. New recruits, maybe?

She couldn't ponder much longer on her thoughts as the sound of the security rushing into the crowd to break up the fight caught Amy's attention.

"Crap, don't want to get into trouble for being an onlooker." She muttered before grabbing both Jamie and I's arms and running back to the safety of the cafeteria. They spent the rest of the lunch period talking about the fight, Jamie intrigued by Amy's antics.

The bell had rang, and they were sent to their respective classes again. The minutes ticked by but felt like seconds. The closer it got to her going home the more anxious she got and when the last bell rang the anxiety created a pit in her stomach, but she pushed the feeling away before hopping on the bus and making the trek home. Just like every other day. Elena was just a senior in high school and had a very normal school experience. But that was the only thing that was normal in her life. The only thing that kept her sanity as she walked through that front door again, just like she did every day.

She looked around, looking for signs of movement but when she saw none, she took the chance to run to her room. As she reached the door and gripped the handle the sound of shattering glass and the harsh slice of the shards against her cheek had her jumping out of her skin. She winced but turned around, fear flooding her veins as she saw him standing there. He leaned against wall, arms crossed lazily, eyes bright red from the alcohol intake.

"The hell are you doing out here? You know I don't want to see you unless you've been called." His slurred words still held the same paralyzing power as they would if he were sober, which was rare, but nonetheless instilled a bone penetrating fear in her. What is he going to do this time? That thought repeated itself in her head.

"S-s-sorry Brother, I just got home f-from school." She stuttered out through the lump in her throat. His eyes widened with rage as he walked up to her. His hand lifted and, in a flash, she found herself on the floor, her cheek stinging, tears springing to her eyes. She didn't have time to cry however because before she could take another breath, she found herself being yanked back up by her throat and slammed into the door she had desperately tried to reach before she was seen.

He looked at her with his crystal blue eyes, red surrounding them, his blond hair shaggy from not getting it cut in about a month and, just like every other time, he wore a twisted smile on his face. He enjoyed this. Enjoyed hurting her. Enjoyed finding a reason to beat her.

"What did you call me?" he asked. She winced as his grip tightened on her throat but managed to speak through it.

"B-Brother." She repeated. He had told her to call him that, so why was he getting mad about it all of a sudden? He dropped her then and she collapsed to the ground in a fit of coughs. He chuckled menacingly before turning and walking away.

"Brother? Not even close." He said, and she heard the sound of his bedroom door closing. Weakened from the lack of oxygen she lifted her arm and twisted her door knob open, falling through it before closing it behind her.

She crawled to her bed and lay down, feeling the wetness on her cheek as she cried silently. No matter how many years had passed, she still cried after her beatings. With a tight throat she found herself looking at the ceiling. She hadn't asked for this. No sane person would. All she wanted was to have a normal life.

She hadn't asked to be abandoned by her birth parents. She hadn't asked to be adopted. She hadn't asked for anyone to die because of her. She hadn't asked for any of this. But it was because of her that this was happening. And that's why she took it. Because it was all her fault.

If it wasn't for her...her 'brother's' parents wouldn't have died, and he wouldn't have had to drop his life to help raise her. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be hurting.

So, if he had to hurt her to feel better...then she would take it until she was no longer his responsibility. She would be his punching bag, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much she feared him.

She would take it.

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