Katalaya pov
Here I am back in this hell whole.
After receiving a phone call from my dearest papi telling me that my grandfather Martin Valentino (my father's step father) was shot in the back and is now paralyzed I was requested to come home immediately since " I loved my grandfather so much" apperently.
If only they knew the truth.
When I received the phone call that he got shot I prayed that he would die. I suppose this was the next best thing.
The only reason I am here in front of my father's house is so that If there is a chance he might die I could look that bastard in his eyes as he dies. With that thought I was met with my father Giovanni as I opened the door to our house.
"Ola papi." I said as I entered the house and stepped away from him. My father Giovanni is 52 years old and has almost 30 kids of course not from the same woman. His whored his whole life and made bastartds left right and center I happen to be one of those bastartds. My father is born Italian and I am born Mexican made from the Mexican whore that is my mother.
"Ola Katalaya. Good to have you home mija. Martin has requested you see him as soon as you arrive." he said.
Of course he would. I thought.
" In a minute. Let me take a bath and settle down first." I walked to my room and put away my stuff.
I walked to the bathroom stripped naked and stood there staring at my beaten down reflection. I haven't even been here an hour and I already feel defeated.
I looked at my frame in the mirror starting with the pink wig on top of my head. Yes, pink. I removed the pink wig and was met with my natural gorgeous black and white hair. Yes, black and white. Half of my hair is black and half is white. The reason why is unknown only God will know.
After removing the wig I looked at the eyes I hate so much. If you looked at me you'd think I have the most beautiful brown eyes. Wrong! Those are contact lenses. I removed the contact lenses and was met by my natural beautiful multicolored orbes.
I say Multicolooured because both my eyes are the same coloure but the have three different colors in them blue, green and grey. The perfect mess and I love them.Why cover up my hair and eyes if I love them so much? Simple. My father. He hates it that is why he abuses me because of the way I look. None of his other kids came out looking like freaks. So he hates me and only me.
I honestly think I am fucken gorgeous.
I am short, curvy and beautiful. My body would be perfect if not for my back.
I turned and looked at my back. There was no skin. None.
You know when you fall of a bike and the you cut your knee open and once it's starts to heel this ugly thing covers the open wound and your told not to scratch it off because it will soon be replaced by skin. It's just its way of healing your body. That's how my back looks. The whole of my back looks like that. No scars just that.
My father whipped the skin of my entire back and know my body is healing trying to recover new skin to form.
It's been healing quite good and according to my doctor once it's all healed up hopefully it won't leave a scar but the skin would appear darker on my back than the skin on the rest of my body.
After a long evaluation of my body I got in the bath and washed myself and then after my waist long hair.
I got out of the bath when I was done and went to bed. I slept the whole night through without any nightmares or interruptions.
I woke up the next day to my father stroking my cheek. I yawned and lay there closing my eyes and he chuckled.
"Time to wake up mija." and I shook my head.
"Your back is healing quite nice."
"si papi."
I turned around with my naked front towards my father. Nothing new. He sees me this way all the time. No he doesn't rape me or fuck me. He just beats me.
I sat up straight and he pulled me into his lap and embraced me. Weird I know but this is how it always goes. He abuses me and later on comforts me. Truth be told I hate him yet love him at the same time and he feels the same. We can't live without each other.
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Damn it's been a long time and God knows a lot has happened.
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The Mafia Leaders Daughter(ON HOLD)
RomanceKatalaya De Luca daughter of the Don Giovanni De Luca. Head of the Italian Mafia. At only 16 she has got a whole lot of responsibilities and 1000 problems. She's the black sheep of the family. Her family abuses her and violates her. She doesn't bel...