Vita Mia: My life
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She has never wanted to take any part in the mafia world that her abusive and manipulative parents control. All she wants is to be free of them. All she wants is to be free of her trauma th...
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"I shouldn't be jealous, you aren't even mine."
Arabella Karve "Your not fucking going" My father sneers.
"If Eros is there I would be fucking fine, let me go." I say pleadingly, wanting to go have a fun night for once in my fucking life.
"I said no." My father looks at me warningly as my mother smirks proudly.
"Eros, I-" I say desperately, turning to him as he leans against the wall and stares directly at me.
"It's not safe Bella" Is all he says as his eyes slightly soften from my expression.
"I'm so fucking sick of having to live my fucking life like this" I yell angrily turning back to my fucking parents.
"Well you are the heir to the fucking mafia." My fathers responds while looking at me like a worthless object.
"B-" I begin before being cut off by my father, "Its like you are asking for Dominik Voklov to come after you again."
I stare at him speechless, "H-he's dead." Is all I can manage to say, trying to almost convince myself.
My throat feels a little clogged up hearing that name again after so long.
"A body was never found so don't act like you fucking know anything girl."
I glare at them in angry disbelief before turning around and storming out of the office.
They are not controlling my fucking life. ********************** I carefully take my long hair out of the heat rollers and smile in the mirror at the loose blowout.
I pick up my liquid eyeliner and after cursing at my shaky fucking hand if finally looks descent.
I finish my black eyeliner and pull on my crimson spaghetti strap mini dress.
After placing my heels on, I stand in the mirror and take a deep breath. I can do this.
I walk towards my window and unsteadily hoist myself onto the seal, trying to ignore the deja vu.
I stare back into my bedroom and feel a sense of guilt wash over me, Eros.
"It is one night" I tell myself, hoping it will make me feel better "I will be back before he realizes I am gone."
I slide out of the window and immediately look towards the camera, praying no one is watching me from the other side.
I crouch and quickly make my way around the haunting manor. I can see my cold breath in-front of me as I hurriedly walk down the dark road towards the place Dimitri told me he would be waiting.
