Marilyn's Pov
"You worthless prick...you forgot to buy the groceries. I don't care where the hell you'll get it but I need them" I sigh. What did I ever do to deserve this type of treatment? Anyway, this is my life now. It was almost 10 in the night, how I'm I supposed to get the groceries? It's not like I don't do anything in the house. Right after school, I have to do and work,after which I come back home only to clean and cook.
I took my jacket and went out. Getting a taxi at this time is very rare, so I just had to walk. It took me 20 minutes to get to the store. I grapped a cart and took a few items on the list. Moving on to the dairy section,I bumped into something....like a wall? I swear I didn't see a wall there. I looked up and saw three pairs of eyes staring right into my soul. Oh my god! "S..so...sorry" I stuttered taken aback. What were they doing at this place?
I backed away along with the cart and ran to pay. I ran back home feeling their gazes on me. What have I ran into? It was the RODRIGO'S. They were the most dangerous and ruthless Mafia Dons ever. They've headed the Mafia from Russia,Italy,Spain and America. Romors spread that they are not humans. They kill whoever crosses their way. The three sons of Montino Rodrigo. That was all I knew.
I arrived home and went upstairs to get some sleep. "Merilyn! You get down here this instant!" Mother yelled. Here we go again. I got down and went to the kitchen. I kept my gaze in the floor and waited for her reason. 'Smack' " you useless thing, where are the rest of the stuffs? Huh?" I knew better than to respond. "She prolly spent the money on herself" my sister, Anaya said. Another slap landed on my face making me fall down. They kicked me and punched me until I coughed blood. I felt really bruised. They left me on the cold hard floor drenched in my own blood. I tried getting up but felt a sharp pain in my chest. After many attempts I decided to crawl to my room - the attic - I was kinda used to it, just that in conditios like this, it's really cold.
I woke up with a sharp pain in my leg, Anaya was kicking me. " You forgot to make breakfast, you're so dead." I got up and went to the bathroom. I saw my face in the mirror with raw faded and fresh bruises on my face and body. I quickly go into shower and changed into a pale blue long sleeve and some pants. I didn't have any makeup or concealer to hide the bruises so I just wore a nose mask. Although it didn't cover all, it did most.
I went downstairs and saw mother making breakfast. Father came to me and slapped me. The force made me hit my head on the wall, I felt blood trickling down my face. "Should you sit there and let your mother make the food?" Anaya got closer to me and jumped on me. "Ahh..." A whimper came out before I could stop it. ' smack' " Did I just hear you talk? Oh mother, see who has now gotten the mouth to talk" Anaya exclaimed. I shook my head not wanting to be beaten before school. Mother came right to me and yanked my head ' smack' "You slave, how dare you?! ' smack' so you have mouth eh?" She left me and my head hit the stairs.
They all went to have breakfast, then I got the chance to go back to school. I took the bus. Immediately I got to the school, I rushed to he bathroom and washed my face. I looked in the mirror to see new bruises formed on my face. How can a 17 year old girl suffer like this? Mother, why did you leave me? I was supposed to die not you. As I got to the classroom, Jake, the school bad boy stood in front of me " Babe, come on, are you ok?" he said. I just looked at him and passed by.
After school, I went straight to the diner I worked in. Miss Olivia was the manager. " Oh Merilyn again? Oh....come here" she sat me down a cleaned my wounds. I cried into her hands helpless. Later, I sat up and told I'm ok. She doubted but didn't want to push it.
People came and started ordering. I got to a table and it was Jake and his friends." Hey cutie..." The nerve "..... I'd like to order one of your finest with a touch of love" he smirked. I rolled my eyes and went back to bring the order. As I was putting the dish in the table, he grabbed my hand.