Chapter 1: Hellcome, Andrea!

Andrea's pov:

I'm laying in her bed. It's midnight and she's patting my head. She's Miss Granger. Joyce Granger. She lives alone in this little house of hers and she's not married. She took me here. She saved me and I'm thankful.

"Andrea. Don't your parents care for you a bit?", She asked.

"Why would they? They know that I'll be kidnapped. She wanna sell me to them so that they won't have to pay the debts anymore"

"Honey, I'm so worried for you", she said.

A tear rolled down and as I sobbed. "I never thought that I'll be facing such absurd"

"It's okay love. That's why I didn't marry. Because I know I wouldn't be able to handle kids since I hate them. And things didn't work out with my boyfriend. So I never married"

"Don't you feel lonely?"

"Mhm mm. I don't. I'm used to it now plus I like to live by myself with my own money"

"It's good". I closed my eyes. I'm tired, stressed, depressed. I can't but fall asleep. "Good night", I murmured.

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As soon as I wake up, I thanked to Miss Granger and set off for my home.

I need to say my mom alot of things which are unsaid. I really need to.

I broke into the house, slamming the door hard. "MOM!", I shouted. She came out from her room. My eyes are all teary but I'm trying not to cry.

"how can you do this to me? How? How can you sell your own daughter for some fucking-"

"Stop. Why are you here?"

"Oh you thought I'm already kidnapped? No Mrs Handerson, sorry but this ain't happening. Don't you have a bit shame?"

"I do feel shame for giving you birth. I hate myself for giving birth to you. I don't like you at all Andrea"

"What did I ever do to you? Am I even your child? Are you fucking my stepmother? Is my father someone else? Say-"

Just then I got a hard smack. My head turned towards the left. I couldn't hear anything.

"tú perra! Get out. GET OUT I SAID", she said as she went away. She's Spanish so sometimes some Spanish words slip out from her mouth. In anger, I threw away a vase which was close to me. I exhaled deeply. Mom came again and said, "WHY YOU'VE BROKEN IT? You-"

"This was bought by me only. So, I can break it"

"No you asshole. You can't"

I placed 300 dollars on the table. "Take it and buy a new one if you want to"

"I don't need it. Do you think your parents are beggar?"

"Sure fine. Imma take it back", I said as i moved my hand closer to that money but she immediately grabbed my hand. "Huh. You money freak!", I smirked and left. I've to go to school and to my work too. I've to be careful. They will be still chasing me.

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Author's Pov:

It's 10pm and Andrea is now returning. She's holding tightly her cycle. Everything was fine untill a car accidentally came infront of her with full speed, as she pushed the break which made her fall. She moaned in pain. She got a cut on her knee. Two men came out from the car. She knows. She knows who they're. They clasped Andrea's arms. She tried to let herself free but they injected something and she lost consciousness.

Andrea opened her eyes. She found herself in her bra and shots. She's all tied and her mouth is shut too. She is in a old store room, where only a dim light is hanging upon her.

Two tall men with black coat came and took Andrea with them. She's tired. She barely can open her eyes. They're just snatching her to him. The most furious and ruthless Mafia ever.

Andrew Kavinsky. Well known for, King Ak or King Kavinsky. He looks cute but his actions are merciless.

Andrea's Pov:

What..is..that? All my visions are blur. I can only see a dark room and some peoples while one is sitting on a sofa and another person is on his knees. WAIT- ANDREA WAKE UP! Where are you? Wha- am I infront of some Mafia or what?????

The man is bleeding. His fingers are cut. This scene is ferocious. I flinched when he shot his leg. What- BYE ANDREA. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU'RE DEAD!

He sighed, caressing the gun. He is so charming. No Andrea! What are you thinking? You're going to die. And he will be the one who will kill you. Stop praising him.

His eyes followed every limbs of mine. He looked into my soul and smirked. "Mr. Handerson has such a pretty daughter if I see so"

"We brought her to you sir", one of them said. He nodded. I wanna say something before I die. But how? My mouth is all tied.

"Maybe she wants to say something. Untie her mouth", he ordered. Thanks thanks thanks. They did so as I started to curse at them. "You bastards. Let me go. Such a asswhipe you guys are".

One of them slapped me, making me stop. "AY!", He screamed. "How dare you to slap her?"

"But sir she was saying ridiculous things"

"And you slapped her for this? Who gave you the permission to lay a hand on her? Huh?"

"I'm sorry-"

"Get out I said!"

They bowed and left. I'm standing here alone, gasping. He raised his eyebrows at me and commanded, "Sit!". I ignored him. "SIT I SAID!"

damn his voice when he shouts. His voice travels the whole room when he talks. I was going to sit on the sofa but he shook his head in a no. "Not there. Right infront of me"

"What?"

"Come closer to me"

"Why would I come closer to you?"

"DON'T ASK ME QUESTIONS. I will cut your tongue out I swear. Come closer as I said".

Mom, he's dangerous. I don't wanna be here. I tiptoed towards him.

"Closer". "CLOSER". "A bit closer". "Now get on your knees infront of me and Sit", he smirked. I did so.

"What do you think you cool as fuck? No you're not", I whispered. My voice is trembling.

He burst out laughing. "Princess, don't say these things. It'll not be good for you"

"I don't care". He clouted me on my cheek. I groaned. He pulled my ponytail and said, breathing on my neck, "Don't moan now. Moan for me only. Be my little whore"

"What? Whore?"

"Do you even know the meaning?"

"I know. I'm not a fucking kid!!"

"What's your age?"

"I'm 16"

He chuckled. No. I'm not a kid. Shut the fuck up. "why you're laughing?"

"You're 16 and yet you're trying to mess up with me. What's your name tho?"

"Andrea"

"Don't you have a full name?", He said grabbing me jawline hard. I feel my bones are breaking. "Ah! Andre- Andrea Hander-son"

"I didn't hear it clearly Andrea. What?"

"ANDREA HANDERSON", I said closing my eyes, letting my tears flow. He stood up from his sofa and said, "If you can't be my whore, then be my fuckin' slave". He kicked me on my stomach. I rolled like a ball on the ground. He left.

This is hell. This is totally HELL.

Andrew Kavinsky (Lucky Blue Smith)