The lost mafia princess.
Cordelia Hill is a seventeen year old girl with a troubled past. Life hit her hard. Her stepfather abused her since she was 5 years old after her mother killed herself. Her stepfather was also a very popular and succesful ma...
A/N: Hello and thank you for deciding to read my first book. I'd like to apologize in advance for the first few chapters being a bit short, but don't worry, the next few chapters are much longer. Have a great day!
Tw: abuse, selfharm, Suicidal tendencies.
Cordelia
"Come here!" he said motioning for me to step closer.
As I stepped closer, he slapped my cheek harshly and I fell on the floor.
A sharp kick met my ribs and made me cry out in pain.
"You little bitch!! What took you so long?!" He yelled at me as he grabbed my throat and started choking me.
"I-I don't know." I said And when my vision started to blur, he dropped me on the ground.
That's when I fell unconscious.
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Tears started to stream down my face, when I woke up from another nightmare.
When I looked at the clock, I saw it was just 4am. Perfect. I won't fall back to sleep anyway.
With that thought i slowly stood up and winced, when I looked down, I saw a lot of blood on my 'white' T-shirt.
I think the stress made my nose bleed.
When I came to the bathroom, I immediately stripped down and went to the shower, without even glancing at myself. The water always calmed my muscles down, even if it was cold water.
After shower, I dressed myself in some baggy jeans and an oversized hoodie, and then I went downstairs to the kitchen.
My step-father always wanted breakfast in the morning, but since im the only girl in this house, it's 'my job' and I have to do it or he'll beat me up.
'He will beat you up anyway' I thought.
My step-father owned a very successful bussines company and we live in a mansion. Sounds like a dream, right?
I also have a step-brother, but luckily he just ignores me.
When I finished breakfast for my so called 'father', I cleaned up the mess, got dressed and went to work.
It looks like today will be a good day, because I wasn't beaten in the morning like i always am.
Yes, my 'father' is a millionaire, but i still work, so at least i have something.
I'm 16, so of course I go to school, but my dad said I won't go to school, so I only have to go to school occasionally for exams.
He always told me how ugly, fat and embarrassing i was to his family reputation.
When I arrived at the small, but very beautiful diner, my only friend Elizabeth almost immediately hugged me in a bone crushing hug. I don't like hugs because this shit hurts like a bitch.
"Oh god girl, you look so pale, are you okay?" She asked me worried as she let go of me. I can breathe again.
"Yes, im good, I'll just take some ibuprofen." I told her, already tired.
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The whole day passed quickly and it was evening.
Oh, you don't even know how much i hate going home.
When I arrived at 'home', I realized I was alone.
Maybe today is my LUCKY lucky day?
Anyways it was still 7pm and I needed to make him some dinner.
As I was making him pasta, i realized something was wrong but I shrugged it off. He never comes home late.
I don't even know, why im worried. Maybe because if he gets home drunk, he'll probably kill me?? Well....he'll do me a favor.
When I made him dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen and headed upstairs for my room.
When I entered my room, all the pain suddenly fell on me.
I feel like i'm hit by a truck.
I dressed myself in another oversized T-shirt, took some painkiller and went to bed.
As I lay on my bed , I thought about my life....
Is it worth fighting for? Am I really that ugly? ....
And with that on my mind and tears on my face I fell asleep.
Hey!! So this is my first chapter and I hope you liked it! If u see a mistake, feel free to tell me because I appreciate it! <3 Btw English is not my native language. Sending Love! <3 Bye!
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