A/N: This part of the story takes place when Katerina is still living in Russia, so to make things easier to read (and write) I plan to leave the text simply in English as opposed to changing all spoken content to Russian with the help of Google Translate along with providing the English translation.
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Katerina's POV
In a sleepy daze, I heard a series of loud bangs coming from downstairs. I rolled over and a groan left my lips as I searched for my phone. I felt as though every nerve in my body was on fire; all my muscles were too tightly wound, making every movement sluggish and more painful than what I cared to deal with at this ungodly hour.
Finding my phone underneath my pillow, I squinted at the blinding brightness, seeing that it was a few minutes after four in the morning.
The banging continued, much to my dismay. The awful sound prompted a new pulsing in my head; I groaned, wanting to bang the intruder in the head for their disturbance. I lazily dragged myself into a sitting position before, with a racing pulse, a voice accompanied the intrusion.
"Police! Open up!"
Police?!? What the hell do they want?
Begrudgingly, I forced myself out of bed and down the stairs as the incessant pounding grew louder as I approached the door.
Halfway down the stairs, I yelled a quick "coming," but they never let up on the door.
Deaf bastards.
I unlocked the door, and in one swift motion, I whipped the door open to glare at the intruder. However, to my annoyance, I forgot about my ribs and instantly regretted my actions. A pained grunt escaped me even so; I tried to cover my slight wheezing as I struggled to catch my breath again.
The office watched me for a moment before asking if I was all right.
I lied, "Yes, ma'am, just getting over a cold." I rubbed my throat for effect; she raised a brow.
"Alright, well I need to... hun, what happened to your cheek?"
Nosy bitches, who are snitches, get stitches, lady.
"I got in a fight at school," I said as I whipped my hood over my head to cover my face. "Sofiya and I had a slight disagreement over who Anton likes."
She gave me a questioning look before shrugging it off, saying something about hormonal teen drama before asking, "Who else lives here?"
The words tasting bitter on my tongue, I replied, "I live with my mother and stepfather, Valentina and Ivan Sokolov. Is something wrong?" I gave her a questioning look as her gaze turned sympathetic.
What the hell?
"Hun, I'm gonna need you to come to the police station with me," she said as she gestured towards her cruiser.
"Why?" I asked as I stared at my now very interesting socked feet as I quickly tried to figure out what the hell I did.
Why hasn't she cuffed me?
"I regret to inform you that both your mother and stepfather died early this morning." I froze and felt myself pale at the news.
I continued to stare at my feet for a moment, letting everything sink in.
"Hun, are you feeling alright? You look rather pale," the officer said as she took a step forward and placed a hand on my right shoulder, causing me to wince.
The devil heard my prayers.
I was quickly brought out of my glorious revelation when I noticed the officer kneel in front of me and examine my face.
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Being Saved
Teen FictionA mafia siblings book with a love interest as the two central themes. -- Katerina is a 15-year-old girl who has been abused by her mother for as long as she can remember. As time goes on, the worst years of her life seem neverending, and she can onl...
