|𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 named Persephone moon goes through a series of traumatic events at 13 runs away and becomes an assassin for the benefit of her son also to get away from the betrayal of her family. Along the way she meets a beautiful ma...
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-PERSEPHONE MOON-
Recommended song on repeat- toshifuni Hinata reflections (slowed down + rain)
"COME DOWN HERE BITCH!" Ethan yelled for the second time. He's 19 still staying with his parents and I'm the burden. Ugh.
I don't know how much more of this I can do. I'm only 12 how am I supposed to cook and clean and do all of this stuff for the six oh wait no 8 of them. That's right I'm cooking for my mother and father too.
Sad really. Who the heck can't cook? Like is it that bad you make the youngest and the only girl in the family do it?
How sexist.
I walked downstairs making sure not to give off any signs of aggression or discomfort. It would make them want to beat me. And I don't think my body could take another beating.
I look around the long marble table to see my so-called family seated and waiting on breakfast. All of them except mother had red hair like me. And I was the only one who got her stormy gray eyes.
She hated me for that.
"Finally I thought your lazy ass wasn't coming you. wouldn't want another beating right?" My mother asked. 'Of course not stupid bitch. You want me to BEAT YOU? No. I thought so!' My subconscious yelled.
"No mother," I said softly.
I was much more intelligent than what I was giving off. I had a photographic memory. That's why I was top of the class.
I knew so much. But I didn't want my parents to know. Why? They'd probably use me and That meant they'd treat me better, But it would all be fake.
I'd rather be treated like trash by someone who truly hates me than be treated well by that same person.
"JUST MAKE OUR DAMN FOOD!" my father shouted. He was an Irish man with a Peruvian wife. And 7 kids. But in his mind, he had 6 kids and a maid.
I walked over to the stove and started cooking breakfast. I made something separate for myself because I knew they wouldn't allow me to eat what they were eating.
I finished the food that I made for them and set the table.
"Took you long enough dumbass." Alex chimed he secretly shot me a sympathetic smile. I hated it. He was 15, And dumb. I was only twelve and I knew that.
My regular thoughts when he did this was, Why pity me if you won't help me. I didn't want him to smile at me. I didn't want him to look at me.
