The Mafia Queen

Chapter 2

Placing the food I prepared on the table, I went to clean the counters trying to hurry up before was late for school.

Walking out of the door the cold breeze rushed over me, I wasn't wearing much mostly because I don't have many clothes. Two years after what happened my stepdad remarried and moved me back to Russia to live with his new wife and daughter who are total bitches. They treat me like their personal slave when Richard isn't around and when he is they act like they didn't just call me a worthless whore. After a while, Alyona got into his head and he became like them. Manipulative bitch.

A dirty pink BMW pulled up near me, I turned to see who was driving. Viktoria Belov, my step-sister total bitch just like her mom, finds pleasure in making every hour of my life a living hell. She had blonde hair with brown eyes, her face always covered in makeup. Her body was shaped like a model.

"You should probably clean up after yourself you look like shit." I was gonna ignore her like I always do, remembering what would happen if I talked back. I kept walking, with my head low. She didn't like it when I ignored her. She rathered when I would scream in her face. Not finding any satisfaction in what I did, she decided to throw a pink milkshake at me. 

I shrieked when the cold beverage hit my face. I wanted to yell at her, I wanted to scream at her about how much of an ass she is but chose not to. She laughed and drove away. I was even colder than before, only wearing a worn-out t-shirt and ripped jeans that I grew out of years ago.

It usually takes five minutes to drive to school but because I am not allowed such privilege, I had to walk which would take me twelve minutes which makes me right on time but because of the delay it took me 15 minutes today and I was late.

Walking into the class I went straight into the back left corner.

"Mrs. Balakin, you're late." My teacher Mrs. Semenov yelled.

"Am sorry Mrs." She ignored my apology and went on to teaching.

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Coming out of my class I tried to get to my locker but I was being shoved, pushed, trampled. I was feeling very much like Mufasa. Making my way toward my locker, I was about to open it but was grabbed and thrown across the ground, great now I am fucking flying. 

Viktoria looked down at me with a very angry look on her face.

"You little Bitch" She yelled while grabbing me from the ground. At this point, the whole school stopped to look.

"Kirill just told me what you did." she had her nails digging into my skin.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I managed to say.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. It's funny how you thought you had a chance with him. You can't just go around kissing men that don't belong to you. Wait until I tell mom about this." She let go of me and walked off. It's funny how she actually believed him.

Walking into the cafeteria, I made my way to get food, and such a good day I was having, Kirill showed up in front of me.

"You look a little dry there, let me help you with that." He held out his hand over my head and poured the milk he stole from someone else on my head. Everyone in the cafeteria started laughing.

"You don't look wet enough, do you want moo more," Fedor said while laughing, one of Kirill's goons the dumbest one among them. 

Kirill slapped his head. 

"How many times do I have to say this when we're making fun of others just shut the fuck up. You make me look stupid once that mouth opens." He scoffed and walked away grabbing him by his collar. Covered in milk and milkshake I knew my hair wasn't going to wash out so easily.

I ran out of the cafeteria grabbing my bag from the locker. I went to the one place that I felt safe.