The main character real name is Colombia London Blue-Blair Matthews.--- but her nickname that was giving her is 'Royal'
Columbia "a.k.a Royal " POV.
Age 4.
I hear my daddy yelling at my mommy again. I run and I hid under my bed all the way til my back hits the wall. I hate it when my daddy yells. It's scaring and when daddy goes off he hits with his fist or whatever is in his hands he will throw it at me or my mommy. I have learn my lesson when I got in the way and got a pan thrown at my head. Lushly it wasn't hot. But it still hurt. I try at to cry that will make my daddy even madder. I just wish they won't yell and fight anymore. So I just hide under my bed with my favorite teddy-bear and close my eyes tightly and cover my ears. Hoping and praying that the yelling and fighting will stop.
Columbia "a.k.a Royal"
Age 11.
Mommy left while daddy went to the bar. Mommy went into my room and gave me a kiss and a hug saying she couldn't be here anymore. And that it's now my job to take the responsibilities of my father. So I gotta clean and cook from him. But I told mama that I don't know how to cook. Only the stuff you can put in the microwave ———— I am only 11 years old———- , and half of the times I wasn't allowed to eat. So School was the only time I was feed. "But now that mama was gone leave does that mean I am gonna get more beatings".? I just want it to stop. I hate being afraid and scared all of the time. I wanna sleep peacefully without waking up by hearing yelling or when my daddy comes into my bedroom. I am tired, alone and scared. I don't trust anybody. The kids at my school make fun of me because of where I have came from. I come from the middle and lowers glass.
Now I looking at my living room window with tears coming down my face, while I see my mama putting her bags into her car and taking off leaving me —- behind with the devil. Now my mama have left me to my personal hell. To this day I hate my mother with a passion. Because I know has soon my father comes through that front door. I am so "screwed "
Columbia "a.k.a Royal"
Age 15.
I was in a hurry, leaving school is a rush trying to get home before my father. I have to clean up the house and make him dinner. But it's hard while you have a cracked rid or maybe two. I ain't sure. I won't go to the hospital because they will take me from my father and at my fathers I know what I will be getting into. Now if I was placed in a foster home and into a family I wouldn't know what they would do with me. That part scares me more. Knowing I am all alone only at 15 living in hell with a monster.
I was running down my street then I turn into my driveway and see my fathers truck. Knowing i am seriously late. Has soon I walk into the front door, my father is standing right there staring at me with the most terrifying glare I have ever seen.
"Your late you worthless stupid bitch, I don't know you go to school anyways. Your fucking a retard like your mother. 'A Worthless piece of shit' , now hurry up and make me my fucking dinner little girl or I will teach you fucking respect and responsibilities.
Putting my head down and walking stiffly to the kitchen, after I washing my hands I pull out Ground Beef to make Chilli. After I brown the Beef and start putting the other stuff into,the pot to make the Chilli. After having it set for 10 minutes. I took the bowls down and start making my father his bowl of Chilli.
After telling my father that the dinner is on the table. My father walks into the kitchen and see what I have made. And I see that my father wasn't happy with tonight's dinner. Because the next thing I know. I felt a burning pain down my left arm and my half of my back. While my father yells at me and beat crap outta me.
" Please dad stop. I will make something else. Please stop, your hurting me".
That just made my father more angrier ...... because he kicks my ribs, knowing they are cracked, but the sudden sound of bone braking and the most worst pain that I ever felt was for real. Then my father pulls me by my neck and starts punching me. His fist hits my eye, lip and cheek. I can feel my right eye starting to close and the taste of blood filling my mouth. I think this is the worst beaten that I have ever gotten from my father.
It's wasn't like anything when he came into my room while I was sleeping and beat me with a belt because I didn't clean up the house. --- * Or the other time that he Caught me off-guard while I had my back to him when the day my mother left. That day he beat me with a Metal thing that it looks like a part of a tool.
I just couldn't take anymore beatings, so I have finally stand up for my self. I found the closest thing that I can see..... I pick up the coffee maker and slammed it onto my father head over and over again. Just until he is finally unconscious. Smiling in relief. I limp myself grab my bag and start making the stuff that I need and also what important to me. Then I went into my fathers bedroom and went into his dresser drawer's And took all of his money. I still see he is laying on the kitchen floor, so I went up to him and picks his pockets took out his wallet and took all of his money that he had in there. Throwing his wallet right next to him. Without looking back , I left my father unconscious on the kitchen floor.
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Columbia.
Age 18.
After being on the streets for 3 years I know what actually survival really means. Being with my father was "Cake" but I know there is no way I was going back. After having nothing to eat for a the past two days. I have learn over the 2 months how to pick pockets. Walking on the streets at night time. I see a man in a business suit but has at least 2 bodyguards around him. He looks at least him his late 30's. But I think he is rich it's not like he is gonna miss it. So I casually walk in-between him and his bodyguards and like a pro I take his wallet. And again like a pro leave without noticed. Just a few feet away that's when I started hearing yelling. When I turn around I watch wide eyes when one of the bodyguards grad me by the arm, and started to speak.
"Really stupid little girl, don't think I didn't see what you did back there. I will give you props because that shit was slick". That's why I see the man that is in the expensive suit . I just stared wide eyed. Well crap.... ! Is what I thought. Because he is coming this way. Then he says.
" Knox what's up, why do you have this little girl by the arm?". The guy in the expensive suit says to the guy now I know his name is Knox.
"Well, this little girl picked your pockets and took your wallet. If you check your pockets Boss you will see that your wallet ain't there". Wow this guy is actually good. But I know i will get my ass beat or they just kill me.
The man in his suit checked his pockets and see that his wallet wasn't there. Then he snaps his head tome and with that look fear ran through me like lava.
--- but I put on my big girl panties. And take what ever heat they give me. Putting my emotionless mask on. That I have learn over the years while living with my father.
But......... it was wired though, because he show the fear, but then he also see that I put on my emotionaless mask on. Because he tilt his head to the side and looked at me up and down. Then a slow and dangerous voice he ask who I was and I told him my name is Colombia.
" Well Colombia, my name is Carlos De'Luca" .
Now what's when my whole life had change, Because Carlos De'Luca is the most ruthless and dangerous business man. But not just a Ruthless business man. He is also the most Armed Dealer/ HitMan in the United States. He has mostly everyone in his pocket. Plus he is most feared person that you will ever met. Well mostly the Reapers MC that are basis in Coeur d'Alene Idaho but the mother Chapter in in Oregon plus in other states also.
FOR THE NEXT 10 YEARS. I HAVE BECOME THE SECOND HAND FOR CARLOS De'Luca. That's how I have become "Royal" also he is the father to my girls... I still care and love him deeply..... but we divorced after 10 years of marriage. To this day we have a great friendship and respect for each other. Is just that spark wasn't there anymore.
