ANYA

NINETEEN

not a single sound could be heard , i could feel the anxiety seep through out the room as we awaited the nurse to speak .
"it appears that miss anastasia is indeed your blood sir" she says as she returns to her post , i could feel everyones eyes on me " my sunshine " i hear the old man say as he pulls me in for a hug as soon as he does that the rest of the boys including cleopatra join in, i could feel the tears wetting my pale cheeks , i could feel his stare , watching me .

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" Dimitri , son " semian calls him over , and thats when i decide to leave them and talk in privacy. " ill be out in the balcony " i tell them as i head to the open balcony doors where the rest of the family is standing .

" we finally found you " Luciano says as he takes a drag of his ciggarete .
"its weird" i say as i lean in the railing looking at the house
"what is weird " he says as he narrows his eyebrows and looks at me
" having a family" i say " how was it " i ask him
he just stares at me his eyes softening " how was what "he asks " growing up here , with ...dad" his eyes widen " you-" a soft smile takes over his face as he answers " it was challenging , but mostly nice , dad was supportive of everything but the house was always missing something , a certain brightness , the second you were gone dad fell into a hole of darkness and today-i havent seen him smile since his grandkids were born "

"im sorry " i say " its not your fault, what about you , how was it " he asks
" eventful , i was always moving from foster home to another , then i met two girls and we decided to have a place of our own , then i got a job as a journalist then i somehow met dimitri and here we are , a carzy fucking journey . im telling ya"

"youre here now , thats all that matters " he says as he pulls me in for hug .

"anya , time to go " i pull away from he hug as i see dimitri emerge from the room and into the balcony .

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" that was eventful" i say as we start driving out of the house .
" yes it was indeed " he says as he places one of his hands in the inside of my thigh , his veiny arms filled with rings and tattoes made this 100% better ... i might have a hand fetish , it would look like a nice necklace tho , dont tell me im wrong .

"where are we going " i ask " shoping " he says as his other hand grips the steering wheel.
" turn on the radio please " he says and i obey like the litte obedient bitch i am ... not . but i still do it .

'i want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat my hea-'

" hey why did you turn it off" i ask him " anya youre really testing me " he says as his hand on thigh tightens " what . what do you mean . i didn- " i am cut of as i am picked up and put on dimitris lap " ncncncnc , youve been a very , very bad girl anya" he says in deep raspy voice as he takes my ear lobe between his teeth .

" and do you know what i do to bad girls " he asks as his hands reach my breats but he never touches them , making me furious

" i punish them "