𝘖𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤- mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding
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She's never been outside of her house.
It hadn't ever been a problem until now.
But now she's alone.
The only closure she has is a singular lette...
**A/N: I just want to say that because this is a work of fiction, not everything in this story is going to be completely believable** ———
𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘶 (Finnish)- Extraordinary determination, courage, and resoluteness in the face of extreme adversity; an action mindset that enables individuals to reach beyond their present limitations, take action against all odds, and transform barriers into frontiers
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Dear no one,
They say everyone gets what they deserve eventually, but I'm growing tired of waiting. I want to do so many unspeakable things to Leviathan. I want to hold his heart in my hands and crush it into a million pieces, watching in complete bliss as he dies.
Unfortunately, I can't. He has too much power for me to be able to do anything he deserves. So instead of mercilessly stabbing him to death and painting my hands red with his blood, I'll protect my baby. It deserves a much better life than the one he'll give it.
Which is why tonight, I'm running. I've planned it for weeks; overanalyzed every detail and played it over in my head hundreds of times.
Most nights when he gets back from whatever he does during the day (which from what I can gather is probably Mafia stuff), he rapes me.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I'm going to be brave. I'm going to beat him at his own game. All I've got to do now is find the courage to execute my plan.
I'm brought back to consciousness with a pounding headache. Everything seems so foggy and it's hard to think clearly. It's awful. I begin to go back to sleep when I feel a cold, clammy hand run through my hair.
Suddenly, I'm no longer sleepy. My eyes frantically dart open and I observe my surroundings. I'm lying on a plush, black bed in an incredibly dark room. The only light source is a flickering candle. It's eerily quiet and I feel more than just a little creeped out.
A dark figure looms over me, with their hand in my hair. I can't make out much due to the lack of light, but what I can see – and feel – is enough to tell me it's not someone I want to see.
What a way to wake up.
"I was right, you do look as good as she did in my bed."
It's Mr. Rossi. Should've guessed it.
For a second, all I really want to do is bawl my eyes out because of how uncomfortable he makes me feel, but that isn't very proactive of me. Though let me just say, GROSS. Seriously, who says that about their own daughter!?
Just another reason to get away from this guy. I guess it's time to initiate phase two of my plan. Let the record show I don't want to say any of this.
"Papa?" I ask in a small voice trying to confuse him. His hand suddenly freezes and his expression goes blank. As he sits there, I try to move my head forgetting my hair is wrapped around his fingers. I wince in slight pain and it seems to break him out of whatever spell he was just in.
His facial expression morphs into one of anger. "Do not call me that!"
I begin to giggle but it soon turns into hysterical laughter. I laugh so hard that I begin to gasp for air. For a moment I think I see panic flash through his eyes before he covers it with his stone-cold gaze.
A feeling of triumph rushes through my body giving me enough confidence to continue.
"Aren't you my papa though?" I ask in a faux innocent voice, trying to aggravate him. It works. He slaps me in the face and again, I start laughing uncontrollably.
"Stop being such a brat!" He screams as a bit of spit flies from his mouth into my face. I wipe it off in complete disgust.
And then, being the dramatic person I am, I begin to cry and speak incoherently. "Yo-ou're j-just lik-ke M-mama!" I wail, though it's not true.
He slaps me again and I begin to wonder if he knows how to do anything else. My tears dry up just as quickly as they came and I just stare at him wide-eyed.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally snaps, "I'm done with your crazy bullshit! Stop being so fucking weird!" He yells and storms out. The slamming of the door is followed soon by a 'click' indicating I'm locked in here.
Welp, I guess he won't be coming back for a while. I smile to myself smugly as I turn around on the bed. Lifting the covers, I pull a gun out of the sheets. Bingo.
When I first woke up and was taking in my surroundings, I saw a gun placed on the side table. I was able to take it without him seeing because he was blinded by his anger.
Mission accomplished.
Now it's time for some action. Scooching off of the bed, I carefully lift the weapon in my shaking hands. This is it. Once I fire the gun, all bets are off. In just five minutes, I'll either be free or locked in the basement again.
The anxious part of me is telling me I don't have to do any of this. I could be a coward and play it safe like I always do. I could hide the gun and pretend nothing ever happened. I could pretend I truly just went crazy, it would be believable. But then I'd be leaving my future in Mr. Rossi's hands and as far as I can tell, it won't be very bright.
The more I think about it, the more I realize what I must do.
He abused Mama both physically and sexually, so what's going to hold him back from doing the same to me? Plus, I'm tired of playing it safe all of the time. I'm not about to get roped back into the very thing I left behind all of those weeks ago. There is no chance I'm going to let myself pass up the opportunity to live the life Giovanni showed me. But unfortunately, Giovanni isn't here to save me this time.
