the abused wife of the Mafia King

Chapter two

Lana POV

I got up slowly, avoiding scarping my wounds on the floor or any surface; I took off my ripped, bloodied shirt and pants and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked scary; all me under eyes were black due to the lack of sleep, and my entire body was bruised and black. I turn around in my mirror, looking at my wounds; as soon as my sight falls on the scars, I lose my legs, and I fall back on the floor, crying at the sight of horror. I have multiple big belt parks, and 7 of those marks are open with dried blood inside them. My entire back is ruined; it has scars and bruises. These wounds will heal. But, like the rest, it will leave you scared. After a few minutes of crying, I finally dressed and showered. I turn on the water, and my wounds burn at the touch of water.

I look down at my feet; all I can see is red water flowing. All the dried-up blood came off, making each wound open and sting again. The pain comes back. The wounds are alive again. Even my wounds don't have mercy on me; they pain and sting, causing me to let out another cry in the shower. After showering under the cold water, I dry myself up, putting some healing cream on my wounds and wrapping them up with a bandage. I get dressed and head downstairs. My mother and Dan are nowhere to be seen. I started picking up the dirty laundry first. The wounds sting each time I bend to drab something, causing me to hold in position. But I must do this.

I do the laundry and return to the crime scene, the lounge. There was a broken table in the middle of the room, with pieces of broken glass, beer bottles, and food waste. I wanted to puke at the sight of this room, but again, this is how they usually make it after a fight.

The carpet had blood all over it, with beer and cigarette butts. I'm not too fond of this house now. Every essence of my father is gone from here; I don't even feel him.

I push away the thought of my father and clean the house. After finishing, I head into the kitchen and make myself breakfast. But every plate and cup is dirty. If I don't wash these dishes, no one else will. So I quickly wash all the dishes and make a simple breakfast of milk and toast, with nothing on top since this house has nothing else.

I make my mum and Dan scramble eggs with cheese and sausage. And toast on the side. I also brew the coffee in the pot for them to drink once they wake up.

I head back into my room and change my outfit to attend university. I wear simple black tight jeans with a plain grey hoodie.

I head towards the cycle I bought a couple of months ago on my 18th birthday. I hid money from my mother and Dan and bought this cycle. I lied to them by saying that it was gifted to me by the university, and they believed me. I got on my bike and headed towards the city. I go to the country's most prominent university; my father and mother both went here, which is why I decided to go here. But I feel very out of place here. The UNI is filled with wealthy brats. But I try to keep my head on and do my own thing. For most parts, it goes well. But there are times when the boys and the girls start to bully me and harass me whenever we get our grades. I have kept up my grades since I enrolled here. And that puts a target on my back.

I reach the UNI, park my cycle in the cycle racks, put my hood on from my head down, and walk within these busy halls. The UNI is very big. But my classes are always in the same room, so I come through the back gate and head back through the same gate, and it serves me well because all the rich kids park their fancy cars at the front.

I head into my classroom and take a seat in the second row. There has yet to be anyone in the school; there is still an hour left for the class to start. So, I took out my pen and book and completed my assignments.

It doesn't take me long to complete my assignments, and once I am done, I put my pen and paper and look out the window.

I retake my pen and sketchbook; I draw the outside, making every person a detailed picture, as if it is the actual snapshot of them right now.

I see Jayden, the UNI's most handsome guy, sitting on his green Fareri, his girlfriend Lucy in his arms. I sometimes envy them for the life they are living. But I quickly pushed away the thought and continued with the sketch.

Once I am done, I look up and see that it is past 9 am The class should've started by now, yet no one is in the classroom. I took my phone out and looked at the UNI art class page. There is a message from our teacher,

MR Brain is our art teacher. He has texted the group saying he will start class late today at 11 am. So now I must spend another 2 hours alone in this classroom.

I get up from my chair, put on my earphones, and put on slow music. I head towards the plain white cardboard, and I take one. One of the biggest ones. I took it by the window and started drawing the university and the students.

I usually make art, and the rich kids love them. They pay me for my art. It is an extra bit of cash for me that my mother and Dan don't know about.

I set the board up and look outside the window, and in my eyes, I capture Jayden and Lucy sitting in their sexy sports car.

The moment was cute; Jayden was sitting in his sports car, Lucy was sitting between Jayden's legs, and his arms wrapped around her waist. She turns her head sideways to get a surprised kiss from Jayden. I kept that picture in my head and started to paint them. Jayden is a big boy with blond hair, dark green eyes, the same shape as almonds, and curly hair. He is wearing a grey sleeveless shirt that shows his big bicep with a tattoo of Lucy on it. Lucy is a thin, model-like girl with fair skin and blond hair. Her eyes are beautiful light hazel, and she has a model body shape, with a tight waist and long fingers,

She wears high LV heels, a light blue denim skirt, and a bar top. She looks stunning in it.

I turn up my music and get lost in painting; This is the only time I get to be myself.