**Translation: The Mafia Queen**
Since the day I was born my father has prepped and trained me to be the perfect girl. Ivy League school, perfect manners, perfect personality and the perfect sense of humour. It was like he was raising a robot, not...
I wake up shivering. My head is pounding. I try to stand up, and that's when I realize I'm my feet and hands are bound in chains. "Hello?" I call, pushing back the feeling of wanting to hurl.
"Enjoying the cold floor?" A voice says. I look up, but my vision is too blurry. "W-who are you?" The figure crouches in front of me, my vision clearing as they-he gets closer.
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"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself have I? Brianna, I'm your brother." I laugh, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. "That's impossible. The closet person I have to a brother is Shane." The man scoffs.
"No, no Brianna. He doesn't have an ounce of your DNA. I however-" the guy pulls out an old picture of my parents. My heart aches at the sight of my mom.
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"That doesn't prove anything." I spit. "Good thing I have a backup." He chuckles.
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I stare at the picture of my dad holding a young boy. I look at the date. Three years before I was born. "If you don't believe me, look." He pulls out the same candy bottle from the picture. "How-" "So little sis, we've got a lot to catch up on."
The man- ugh, my brother, leaves for a few minutes, returning a few minutes later with a metal tray of food. "What is this, a prison?" I spit. He rolls his eyes, laughing. "I can't have you at your full strength can I? It'd be easier for you to get away." I shrink back towards the wall, welcoming it's cold touch.
