1 The Death

Here I was, happily shooting a target with my throwing stars.

They were a gift from my father, his exact words? 'Love is weakness and those who seek it are more than weak'

Yeah, he tended to be really dramatic.

He says that I should always kill before even being considered a target, he's wicked and not in a good way of any kind.

Father has been running illegal operations for years, he is feared by many, clearly not lived in any way, even by his own family.

After all, he is the third rated mafia boss.

The mafia hates him, he even broke mafia rules, not exactly an 'A' for team player, if he could even manage to get a grade, after all there are much more broken rules that they aren't aware of.

I throw another and hit the middle again, pushing the last one further in, I noticed how the edges were turning blunt and obviously needed a quick sharpening.

Laters job.

After a huff I collect my water bottle and begin to chug some water down as I walk over to a bench, sitting down carefully so I don't spill my drink.

I'm supposed to be marked soon, officially going to help the mafia boss. I'm going to rule someday with a monster grip, exactly how my father expects me to.

Freedom doesn't come easy for someone in the mafia, our gang have one main rule.

   'Si eres débil, mueres'

If you're weak, you die.  And that is simple, apparently to my tìa.

My tìa Rebecca(aunt) left a year ago and hasn't come back since, she wanted to rule next. She wanted to rule and have my father killed but they didn't like the idea of a girl chosen of a man.

Sucks to be her then, I guess, but I know she doesn't like that I'm a possible option for leading.

I reach out and wrap my towel over my shoulder, time for dinner with my father, worst times of the day.

Straight posture, don't speak unless spoken to and don't make eye contact of any sorts, and most of all...look sharp.

"Mi hija" my father greets as I sit on my end of the table, my head down in submission.

"Papa" I nod slowly in respect before praying slightly and turning to my meal, eating a small bite with my fork, trying to be well mannered.

"Mi hija" my father says and I look up to meet

his eyes, what did I do??? "Good job on throwing them stars"

I let out a small breathe before turning to my meal, just a few more minutes to go and then I can relieve the stress.

We sit in silence as we continue our meal, my mom not even looking over at any of us.

All of a sudden, he grabs his glass and throws it at me.

I quickly jump away but the glass slices my arms, so I whine but try to hold it back to not show a weakness.

I place a napkin on my arm and keep silent, just as I'm instructed to, and reminded by my mother daily.

"WHAT DID I SAY?!" He shouts while striving up to me, I look down to the ground and shake my head slowly, don't show the emotions I feel.

He grabs my neck and I begin to try to claw his hand away, slowly begging for some air to be allowed into my lungs, but then I take my hands off remembering it will be worse if I struggle.

"If you're weak, you die" he chants and I begin to feel light headed, my attempts becoming low, I try to nod but eventually turn my eyes away from him and onto the table.

As I lose hope and drop my hands to my sides he releases me and chucks me to the ground, and I grunt as I try to massage my throat.

"Mi amour!" I hear my mother yell as she try's to pull him away from me, as usual.

"Enough!" He sends a blow to her and her head hits the table.

She drops to the floor and he glares at her before his eyes widen slightly, clearly not realising his full potential.

"Wait.." he says and crouches down, gently pulling her into his arms as he soothes her hair in attempt to wake her up, tears pooling in his eyes as he realised what he's done.

Down, lifeless. She lays there with a tear down her cheek and the only proof of her living is scars that are forever there, but not by choice.

"You killed her" I speak up for the first time in years and he looks up to me, "YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!"

I rip out my gun and aim it at him, readying the trigger, my breathe becoming rapid as my anger only increases as he looks at me.

I had those eyes, and I hated the reminder.

He stands up slowly and places his hands up in surrender, "now mi hija"

I cut him off with a scream and shoot him, in the stomach, while letting out a scream in anger and pain.

"Fuck you!" I yell and walk away to my bedroom, slamming the door shut and trashing everything around, breaking as much as I could with my hands and my weapons.

And that's how they both died, he died before he could make it to the hospital. At least that's what the mafia says, maybe they were making an excuse to as to why they cut him off, my mother disappeared as they didn't want any questions and they came up with an excuse.

She had gone to visit some old family, as my parents decided to split and stay friends.

I gave my statement to the gang and they pardoned me from going to prison or death, thank god. They decided that they were, in fact, shocked that an incident like this took so long to happen, it wasn't unknown by the gang that he was a ruthless man.