THE MAFIA LORD’S FORBIDDEN PLEASURE

~~~LEILANI~~~

“Where is that bitch?!”

She covered her mouth with her palm as she heard the holler from her father and then crawled gently to her room.

When she entered, she opened her little wardrobe and then entered it.

Thank God she was alone at home. Thank God her little brother was not home.

She settled uncomfortably in the wardrobe and then covered her mouth tightly with her hand.

He must never find her here.

She could only hope anyway.

This man always finds her wherever she hides.

She just could never get away from him.

A girl could only hope. She could only wish for help.

Help was never going to come. Maybe not there.

“Leilani…”

When she heard his voice getting closer, she pressed her lips together, closed her eyes and her breathing muffled.

Fear blanketed her.

Her whole body trembled as she felt his presence in the room.

Her heart palpitates terribly.

She could feel it in her mouth.

She clasped her sweaty palms together as tears dripped down her cheeks.

She was still healing from the previous beating that she had received from the man.

“Gotcha!”

She sat still even though she knew that the wardrobe door was open and her father was just standing a few inches away from her.

“Hide and seek is over, bitch,” he said and she raised her head gently.

She sniffed as she dropped her fluttering eyes on him and then shook her head gently.

“Were you hiding from me?

She tightened her grip on her clasped hand as she shook her head.

“You crazy little bastard!”

He yelled, grabbed her hair, and then pulled her out of the wardrobe.

~~~

I screamed out as he raised his hand to hit me and then I opened my eyes.

Okay.

It was a dream. No. A nightmare.

I breathed out as I looked around the room and slammed my palm on my face.

My heart was still racing and I wished there was a way to tell this little broken heart of mine that it was a nightmare and that he was not here.

Maybe I will never recover from this.

Maybe I would always think that he was around and was going to hit me again.

This was not the life I chose but this was probably the life I would die with.

It was a good thing I was alone at the moment. If my brother had heard me scream that way, he would have been worried as usual.

Sluggishly, I got out of bed.

If that is even considered a bed— and then moved over to the bowl that I had placed in the middle of my little room overnight.

I looked inside it and sighed as I saw the water in it.

It had rained and I had placed it there as my roof was leaking.

I carried the water, moved over to the little plant I kept in the corner of my room, and poured it on it.

•You are barely surviving. How dare you think you could keep a plant.•

I sighed as my inner thought attacked me and I breathed out again.

I knew the little plant was probably vexed at me too. There was no sunlight in this room, so keeping it here was like telling it to die.