Once Chris leaves the kitchen, I pick myself off the floor and quietly walk to my room. You would think that I am in pain, but I just feel numb. I'm seriously considering going to Spain to see my father and get away from this shit. Looking in the mirror, there are bruises already starting to form on my ribs, cheek and jaw along with blood dripping down my face.
After what felt like hours, I finally managed to get the bleeding to stop.
I need to fucking sleep now.
Changing out of my black shorts and oversized hoodie (that is now covered in blood), I put on a pair of red checkered shorts with a black strappy crop top. I throw myself onto my bed but grown when a sharp pain shoots through my body.
That's right Lea, through yourself onto your bed. Actually try the wall I think that would be more painful.
Shut it whore I'm not in the mood.
I think that dickhead broke some of my ribs.
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"Lea get your ass up!" My mum shouts before pouring a cup of ice cold water over my head.
Bitch! I was sleeping!
"What!" I snap.
"Watch your tone young lady. Get up now, you have training in an hour. Get ready." She mentions sternly before slaming the door shut behind her as she leaves my room.
Slowly, I rise out of my bed then groaning as that sharp pain shoots through my body again. Promptly after changing into some army green cargo trousers and a black crop top, I apply some make up on my face and body to cover up my bruises. I enter the kitchen where mum is making breakfast (probably to help with her hangover). Searching the room to check that Chris has definitely left for work, I take a seat at the end of the table.
"Mum, who is my dad?" I question quickly knowing what her reaction will be.
She freezes at the mention of my father.
"I told you, he is a heartless monster." She replies emotionlessly, still with her back to me.
Fuck this, she never tells me anything about my father. But today she will.
"Why didn't you tell me that I have brothers?" I continue to interrogate her as me anger rises, when she turns around to face me, I can tell hers is too.
"Who the fuck told you that?" She seethes with a deadly stare. I do the same.
"You really think I wouldn't figure it out one way or another?"
"Answer the damn question Lea!"
"No! You answer mine!" With that, she picks up a knife throwing it at me; missing my face only by an inch, but I don't flinch. Her breathing is heavy as she tries to control her anger.
Well she did a great job at that.
"Get out Lea! I don't want to see you for the rest of the day!" She yells, grunting shortly after due to her throbbing hangover.
With no answer, I leave the table sliding on a pair of Doc Martins boots before making sure to slam the door behind me as I leave. I know, dramatic. But I'm a bad bitch and I'm pissed off. A little something for my mums hangover.
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Half an hour later, and I've ended up on the same swing I was on only a couple of hours earlier. My mums reaction replays in my mind, I understand that she doesn't like to talk about my dad. However, throwing a knife at me? And people say I'm the dramatic one.
What should I do with myself for the rest of the day?
Commit armed robbery? No too boring.
"Urgh!" I groan out load to myself.
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In the end, I decided to go with the armed robbery.
I'm kidding. I left all my guns at home.
Although, it's dark now and I think I've been gone long enough to let mum calm down and get over her hangover.
Leisurely strolling back home (as I'm in no rush), I decide to take the long way back to enjoy the somewhat quiet streets. Just as I'm about to walk around a corner, I'm yanked backwards into an alleyway by the neck and thrown viciously against a brick wall. Instead of screaming for help, I give a deadly glare to the motherfucker who grabbed me. A tall man (who has to be well over six foot) with jet black hair, hazel eyes, a scar just above his left eyebrow and a sinister look plastered on his face.
"Leandra Maria Álvarez." He says with a thick Russian accent. Ok, who the fuck is going around and telling everyone who I am? This is the second creep in the past day. What is he going to tell me? That I have magical powers that I never knew about?
"What do you want?" I answer nonchalantly. Clearly taken aback by my lack of fear, he bashes me against the wall again with full force, trying to get even an ounce of fear. As a substitute, I roll my eyes at him, although he doesn't appear satisfied.
"Я буду наслаждаться, убивая тебя, сука" (I'm going to enjoy killing you, bitch)He sniggers darkly. This idiot really thinks I don't speak Russian.
NOW!
Swiftly, I throw my head forward hitting him on the bridge of his nose definitely breaking it. Giving him no time to react, I elbow him in the eye and knee him in the groin at the same time. Once his grip weakens on me, I bring up my legs kicking him in the chest causing him to fall backwards onto the floor. Noticing the gun strapped to his waist, I steal it as he is trying to comprehend what has happened; with one strike to the head, he is knocked out cold.
"Nice try cyka." (Bitch)I chuckle, then continuing my walk back home that was so rudely interrupted.
Not even making it out of the alleyway, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I take it out answering the call.
"Lea, don't come home. It's not safe for you here anymore. I know your father has tried to reach out to you, go to him. He will protect you now. Te quiero, cariño." (I love you my baby)My mum explains in a panic.
"What? Why? Mum, what's going on? What about you?" The questions escape my mouth at an uncontrollable rate as my anxiety and confusion multiply by the second.
"There's no time to explain, do as I say, trust me. I will be fine I promise. Te quiero." (I love you) leaving no room for debate, she hangs up the phone.
What the fuck am I going to do know?
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What do you think about Lea's mum?
Intense, right?
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm really sorry if the translation is really bad. Like I said I don't actually speak any of these languages (except for english...well that's debatable)
Word count: 1174
Until next time - N
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RomanceLeandra Álvera, always left in the dark about her real life. About her father. Her mother told her it was for her own good. To protect Lea. But what happens when Lea learns all her mothers lies? Everything she thought to be true gets turned upside...
