Chapter 13 The Scars Show Strength And Courage

Amara's POV

"I WILL NOT GO THROUGH WITH THIS!"

"DO YOU WANT TO GET PUNISHED LUANA."

"SHE IS ONLY SIXTEEN!"

"She is adult enough."

"This is your daughter; this is our daughter."

"Does it look like I give a fuck? Does it look like I care? The Mafia is failing."

"You would choose the Mafia over your daughter." Before anything else was said I hear crashes of glass on the other side of the room, my mums scream loudly begging for him to stop. She was pregnant. I bared into the bedroom, my hands on the handle as I saw my father holding my mother by her throat.

"Don't father please, don't hurt her... don't hurt her." I whispered, he drops my mother to the floor and growls in anger. The glass shards that were splattered everywhere.

"You know what, I won't hurt your mother for a little favour." He grabs my arms; I look back hearing my mother shout as she holds her stomach. My father drags me out of the room and into a guest bedroom. "You wait in here and don't say anything."