His broken lover

Chapter 1

The truth of my life

The way my life goes is getting up at 4:30 A.M. making father breakfast, go to school, get bullied, come home, get abused, and then start cutting.

I may dress nice but one thing that everyone doesn't know that I may have to put a smile on my face but I have scars to prove that my life is a living hell.

My father is the boss of the most dangerous, notorious, and cold-blooded mafia, the Red Dragon Mafia.

I don't sleep on a comfortable bed but I do sleep on a cold floor in the basement. My father has been cold towards me, his own flesh and blood, but I would always stay out of his way for good.

Today, I was getting ready for school until I heard my father and his trusted men coming down the stairs, I knew that I was dead for good, so I ran into the bathroom and locked myself in there.

They started banging on the door, my father yelled "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR YOU WHORE!!" I saw the razor and grabbed it, pressed it against my wrist and cut down deep.

It seemed to be about an hour, they tried to break down the door until now, I was barely alive. My father's best man picked me up and drove me to the family doctor. This hospital, we only use for the mafia, the doctor came and he took a look at my cuts, the doctor sighed and said "Marco, the cuts are real deep, we need to stitch them up but I need to know what the hell is going on?!" Marco didn't answer him at all, when they finished stitching up my cuts.

About 3 hours passed, I started waking up, Marco had gotten up and was about to call someone, I said "Marco, please don't call anyone," he sighed and said "you know that I have to call the-" he was interrupted by my actions, I got up and was pulling every needle that was in my body.