THE BROKEN MAFIA PRINCESS

k I received on my ribs weren't pretty but I didn't think it w

mach, but remembered that they were my parents, then again if th

en I reached for the sweatsh

old clock on the wall said 5 am, meaning I have just 30 minutes to make their food and clean the

toasts into the back pocket. I rush to my room

at my self in the mirror. A part of

e lack of light in the bathroom. My right eye is a dull gre

ownstairs and took that as my c

ck and put my two

window, he starts banging on

ape my knee. Curving my hand aroun

and run down the str

ut the noise. As I enter the bus, everywhere goes quiet except fo

f not I will end up getting

the back and seat down, not cari

ing away from me and

I give them my most creepy smile. The

on in school too. Thankfully, this is my last

and I'm currently awaiting a reply.

. After rubbing my arms, which does not really have

ing it on, I wrap hands around myself willing

everyone starts trooping out. I wait for e

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re

reall

seeing

it

in the eyes as I walk into the school. Almost immediately, the pat

e strap of my bag properly on my

it, my favourite blue-eyed

ame. Well, the word to describe Lily is persistent. Let's just say that if sh

ber how we met

school and I had walked i

had looked so terrified that they even made me so scared that I th

d just when I was about to cry, Lily has tappe

er, endlessly talking and me, forced to listen.

st part of my day. I was being abused at home without mercy and Lily was

e parents have always adored her. I always wonder

t. I know how broken she will be but she can't d

eard my voice for the first time. Some girls had trippe

nd for the first time in my life, I

from bruises. No one could believe it was a kid who had done

hool as most of the people in this school

ough mine. She shows me a mischievous smile that on

e day b