The Mafia's Pawn (a love forbidden)

Avery's POV

I banged at the door as I screamed for someone, anyone to let me out. 

“Please just let me go.” I cried out, my voice already sore from screaming and crying for over an hour.

I slid to the floor, curling myself up into a ball as hot balls of tears rolled down my face. I laid there wondering why this always happened to me.

My dad treated me like I'm deranged and needed to be locked up, and nobody in the house ever came to my rescue whenever he was beating me up.

Last night, just like many other nights, he had his friends over to watch their usual boxing game, which led to every one of them getting drunk.

I had no idea they were in the house, because Hilary, my father's maid that always informed me when they had friends over, was away on a family trip.

Hilary was the only member of the house that sympathized with me whenever this happened. The others just acted like I was crazy, or just spawning a story to get attention, even though I knew they heard whenever it happened. But last night, she wasn't here, and it happened again.

After my dad went to bed, they came up to my room. Just like every other night.

“Hello princess!” The bald CEO guy slurred as he barged open my door.

“What do you want from me?” I tried to act brave, but the shiver in my voice chose to betray me. 

I watched as he stumbled towards me, drool rolling down the side of his lips. I wonder why I even tried to act brave. He was probably too drunk to even comprehend human emotions.

“I guess the sleeping beauty isn't sleepy anymore.” He called out as four other men walked…. stumbled in, earning a whimper from me.

Although they all looked in their early 70s, they never failed to make me feel scared. Since I turned 15, my father's friends took turns in raping me. They were always different sets of the same people and they always came in groups of four to six.

For this reason, I begged my father to send me to a boarding school. Where others were running from was where I wanted to run to, and to my pleasant….well it wasn't a surprise, he agreed. 

I know that my father hates me, he's disgusted by the sight of me, so I have no idea why he didn't kill me in my sleep.

Well, my stay in boarding school was one of the best times of my life. I made friends, I lived life without my father breathing down my neck, and I wasn't raped for two years. Kind of. I mean, they never failed to come rape me during the breaks or holidays, except my brothers were home. But they all grew up and moved away, the first one moving back to Italy to continue the Rossi mafia legacy.

But those two years were over, and I had to go through this again.

They all stumbled towards me with a huge grin on their face, and I know that was not the right time to think of it, but I thought they looked like horny zombies.

Is that really what you were thinking of in such a dire situation?

Well…..no, not exactly. I just thought of that now, but it wouldn't hurt to look for the bright side, would it?

I backed further into the bed, my bones racking with fear as they came closer. But the shivers turned to screams as they held me down and claimed my body once again.

I had no idea who was who and what was what at that moment, because of the scattered sensation. I felt saliva and other body fluids spilling onto different parts of my body and different dicks filling every hole in my body.

They had me bent over on my hands and knees, and I could feel them in my mouth, my vagina, my ass and one other person jerking off beside me.

I don't know how many hours that went on for because I passed out after the first two, waking up this morning to a disgusting and stinking bed, so I went to my dad and told him that I got raped by his friends, like I've done for the past five plus years, and he reacted the same way he's always done too.

He yanked me by my hair up to my room, whipped me, locked me up and told me I won't be having any meals for the next 

three days. And now here I was, banging at the door begging for someone to hear my cries. Begging for someone to help me.

Now that I thought about it, I realized how stupid I've been. All the times I called for help, no one came to help me–not even Hilary. So why did I think it'd be any different? Why do I even bother? I should just accept my fate and live with it.

I got up from the floor and went to the window to take a look outside. I've always loved it when there was snow carpeted all over the floor. It just gave me this sense of peace that never existed with me.

I just wished I could be free and happy like the snow, with the opportunity to fall wherever and lay wherever.

You know, you could just kill yourself and be at peace. We'll have freedom at last. My subconscious reared her pretty head, rolling her eyes at me.

Suicide?! Hell no. I'm not going to give my dad that satisfaction. Except he kills me himself or sells me off, he's not getting rid of me that easily. I shut her down as I got up making a resolve.

I wasn't going to care anymore. This was my life, and I'll accept it. 

I took off my musty sheets and threw them in the corner before going into the bathroom to get cleaned up.

I was just done showering and decided to face my fears. I hated looking at my reflection, cause all I saw was a tainted, disgusting, abomination of a lady, but I decided to brave it.

I walked up to the mirror with my eyes closed and dropped the towel off my body. I slowly opened my eyes to the pair of blue eyes staring back at me. I ran a gaze through my body and realized I looked no different. I was still a tainted disgusting abomination. The only difference was that this time, I didn't care. 

I went back to the bed and quickly put on the worn out sweatshirt and sweatpants I had already laid out on the clean sheets.

I was just about to lay down for a nap when the craziest thing happened. The door swung open, revealing the man responsible for my birth.

“Change out of those clothes and put on something nice.” His eyes were alight with fear and his matte black hair looked like he had been running his hands through it. “When you're done, come out for your meal.”

I didn't argue or ask questions, I just stood up and did what he said. I've learned the hard way that you never questioned that man. I just wondered what made him so scared.

I slowly walked down the stairs, and as I sighted the person that was seated on the couch, I understood why my dad had that reaction.

My brother was here. One of the few people that can frighten my father.

“Sir. Should I take your luggage up to the room?” One of the servants asked him.

“Yeah.” He motioned him up with his hand, and I couldn't help the smile that played on my lips at the realization.

My brother was going to be here for a while. I guess it will be a good week for.