Two Broken Hearts

Chapter forty-five

Maria's POV:

I was on the floor now. Barely breathing but still alive.

There were men all around me watching me getting beaten by my sick and twisted father.

He had me chained and tied down.
He beat me with his belt, with chains and with his bare hands.

I was now full of bruises and didn't utter a sound except from ocassionaly breathing heavily and a tear that would escape from my eyes.

I came to the point where I was numb and I couldn't move. I didn't feel anything. The pain was gone and so we're the feelings.

I had one feeling tho... Pure hatred.

I hated him for what he was doing to me.

Now he was standing above me saying things like:

"You dirty little whore."
"I tought you better than that."
"You worseless slut."
"I wish you were never born."
"I hate you."

And so on...

His words didn't mean really anything to me.

Like the saying: Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.

That was the relationship I had with my father.

I knew he enjoyed seeing me hurt and beaten and bruised.

He had this twisted mind and I didn't have any compassion towards him.

Before when I was little I was sorry for him. I thought his hatred came from him not being loved in his family, by his father and mother. But while that was partially true he never wanted to become a mafia leader and that broke him.

He started to drink and smoke and it ruined him. His mind became different from all the killing.

Adoptive mom of Alex told me she knew my father before. When he was a little more normal and I didn't believe or rather I couldn't really imagine my father ever being a normal person.

She said he was really sweet and caring. That he wouldn't hurt a fly. This life and his family changed him for worse. When he didn't get a son first he was really disappointed and would smash things often.

After two years he finally got a son that my mother brought into the world so she would make him happy and he really was happy.

But that didn't last. When he found out about his sickness he immediately wanted him out. He said that "he wasn't his blood" and that "he could never be his son". He basically threw him out and lucky for Alex, Emilia stepped in and told him she would take care of him.

He let her of course.

My mother died a long time ago. When I was three. My dad was actually at fault for that too. When he found out she birthed him a sick son they got into a fight about putting him up for adoption and she wanted a divorce.

He wouldn't let her and after her trying to escape he cut the breaks from her car and she died in a "tragic accent" that was actually caused by him.

He admitted that himself to me, not feeling sorry at all.

That's how he is the monster that he is today. But I can't have compassion. I could never be like that to my own child.

I knew that Matteo and the others probably thought I was dead somewhere and I hoped that they will not come looking for me. They will never guess where I am anyway.

My father didn't want to go back to Croatia because Matteo would find me in an instant. He didn't want to go to Russia because it was, again, too obvious.