The Crown Upon Your Head

I wipe the drool from my mouth, and forcefully pull the covers back on my head. Seeing as my sister took yanked them off my head, " And what do I owe to your graceful presence my lovely sister." I grumble.

"Stop your whining, bitch. I don't have time for your sarcastic shit. We have to get going today. Daddy has your boyfriend for you. You're not getting me into trouble today. Be nice, look pretty, make the family proud." She barks.

"You mean open my legs?" I remark.

I open the the covers a little bit to see her face. She was formally dressed with our gang colors; dark burgundy and black. She wore black skinny jeans with a tight burgundy crop top showing most of her chest. Her curly hair was down to her back which was weird because she usually wore it in a ponytail. Her face was fuming at what I said.

I saw her getting annoyed as I just stared at her. I wasn't going to get up. I pulled the sheets back over my head. "You can drag me Valentina. Or you can go ahead and shoot me."

I hear her black stilettos stomp towards me. "I would if I could, 'She growled, " I need you to get up or I'll get your little husband to do it honey." She rips of the covers and takes the back of my head and yanks towards her face.

I didn't miss my sister at all. She had tortured me for years. I was always the disappointment. The fuck up. She was only here to get me ready to go to my new life. To get married to join power to my fathers gang. Then she'd go back to her own hell and I would figure out what mine was.

"OUCH THAT HURTS!" I yell. "FINE YOU IDIOT. GOD CANT I GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE-"

"Its also the day you join us with the Directions. It's a good catch for us. Your marriage will keep the family status to the strongest gang. Just as mine has. Get over it. Life." Valentina crosses her arms, while I glare at her. How can she be so calm with her freedom taken from her like some common slag? I'm not common and I will not marry Zayn Malik. I don't care what if he's the best "baddest biggest big boy" out there. I'm not some prize to be toyed with. I can take care of myself.

Sitting there making my self more mad with my arms crossed. I jump out of bed and push my sister on her shoulder as I walk by. "I'm going to take a shower." I snap.

I open my door and slam it shut leaving my sister in there to see my father sitting on his chair. He had dark night skin, and sharp black eyes. In them you could see every soul he murdered, raped, tortured or kidnapped. My father was the exact definition of the devil. His street name was his only name was the name no one ever repeated. It's just sir. You called him that or you died. I was an exception, and so was my sister. Despite his casual appearance now. Newspaper in hand. Cigar in mouth. And his orange juice on the table next to his gun. He had his latest prisoner on the ground. She was in chains that connected to my dads metal cane. She had a metal dog collar and shock collar on. So if she spoke she would not speak again. She was dirty and beaten up her face completely black and blue, as was the rest of her body. She was completely naked. The worse part was her vagina was completely black with blood seeping out. I felt disgusted. She was still her eyes glazed kneeling down next to our father, it wasn't the first time I've seen something like that, I'd say she was one of the lucky ones that she was alive. But maybe that wasn't lucky at all. I think she was here because her father had a debt to pay. He was from another gang. He was nothing compared to us. He borrowed money and couldn't pay back. So he had to pay somehow . So he paid with her daughters freedom. She was our slave. Until my dad had the rest of his fun with her.

Surrounding him was the rest of our gang. They've taken care of me since I was born. They were all standing behind my father looking straightforward. Completely still. They would stand there as long as my father said so.

" Goodmorning daddy." I smile. If I showed him I had an attitude about the "husband" I received today he would be livid.

He put the newspaper down, and smiled at me. He patted his knee motioning to come sit on it. I quickly go to him and sit on his lap and out my arm around him. "Daddy don't you think I'm a little old for this? I'm 18 now."

He pouted, " Of course not. I'm your father, and you're my baby. Has your sister told you the news? Daddy has finally gotten you something he could be proud off. Despite your countless fuck ups, and mistakes. I think I've found something you'll be good at! Sucking dick and being a housewife! I'm so happy I could actually show some emotion towards you my little abomination," he gripped my face tightly and gripped my thigh inching closer to my inner thigh. "Honestly I don't know why I bothered with you for so long. You are nothing like your sister. She's murdered without trouble. While you refuse to, she's done countless jobs that you've never done. You want to finish high school, and go to college? What do you think this Is? Some fairy tail land? No. Go take your goddamn shower cuz your pussy smells like fish, and your reek of disappointment. Your hubby is coming to get you, and I want you to make him cum when he sees you. Now go. " He says as he grips my thigh tighter and my jaw and pushes me off of him.

I get back up quickly before he decides to kick me. I had the scars on to prove I know what'll happen. "Love you too Dad." Passing the poor girl beside him I run to the bathroom lock the door, and cry in frustration. I'm so ready to leave but where am I going to go? I've already tried. And after I tried I got put in the basement and chains to the wall for a week with no food or water. I'm not going back down there,ever again. But who knows? I might have to. It's gonna be in my own time. I'm going to do what I want. When I want. I'll show them. I'll show everyone. I'll make them pay for taking my freedom away. I'll be a queen. I'll show no mercy. Or I could stick with plan A and run away when I get to the new gang.

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