The Origin of Omertà

Some would say to live in Sicily, born and raised is the best possible world to live in. Even though everything looks perfect for a woman like me to be married with money, to have security, a title, and even ownership.

But to survive, I'll need to leave.
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I watch as he swings the passenger door open and leap in.

Moving closer towards the door his cologne filled the little fresh air the car had, it had me nauseous not because it was bad air or anything but because for the last two years that smell. His smell imprinted only pain in my life. Pushing my body to sit up from the car seat a blinding agony, like being sliced with a knife all over my body. Ignoring the pain I sat up anyway.

"Argh"

Just as the groans spilled from my mouth he looked back at her.

"Shut it," he ordered.

Without another word, I closed my eyes and drifted off to my make believed land.
Content/Tigger Warning: This story contains scenes of violence, abuse, and mature content