Kendra(Mia) POV
μια ομορφιά της αγάπης; Mia Omorfiá Tis Agápis. That's my real name. I'm adopted. Thoughts hurdling around in my head. I'm adopted. I'm adopted. I'm fucking adopted. I scan through the adoption form over and over. The monster isn't even my real father and yet he treats me this way. As I look back on my life I realize I don't have the same eyes as neither the monster, nor my 'mother', in fact I looked nothing like them. I guess I never really cared about differences since I was 10. I read over my name a few times and realize it isn't English nor Spanish.
I live in Madrid, but the monster speaks English with me being his first language. I speak both, but as I look at this, this name, I feel like I know it. Like an meaning behind it. I say the foreign, yet familiar name, and it rolls off my tongue as if a regained knowledge.
As I stare at the scripture of writing in my hands for a while longer, I hear the door slam shut. I quickly grab a broom and stand in the hallway, not before making sure it was in the perfect order, as it was before. Cleaning the nonexistent dust, I keep my head down, a habit I've developed over the years. Stomping sounds through the house as it stops right in front of me. I flinch inwardly, not making eye contact. "Get me some tequila from the bar." He snarls throwing a 20 at my face. Just as I am about to protest, I stop myself. A punishment would be more painful than going to a bar. He got me an ID just for these occasions.
I am currently 22. Most people in their 20s are living it up, doing there studies, and having jobs. Any of those would be better than what my constant day consists of. Hell, I don't even remember the last time I ate. Life would have been so much more simpler if the incident didn't happen. Everyone would be so happy, I would have had friends, a happy loving family. And perhaps even a boyfriend. But before it gets any further, I quickly shake the saddening thoughts out of my head and make my way out the door.
The chilling breeze brings shivers to my spine. Goosebumps trickle down my body. I start walking towards the big bar a few miles away. The bar was the biggest club of Spain. 'Lujuria' was the name, meaning lust. As I walk, stumbling a few times, the street lamps flicker with an eerie white light above. I hear a bottle shatter to my right, and swivel to find a man grinning with revolting yellow teeth. His bloodshot eyes signal he's either high or drunk. With a Cheshire Cat smile, he slowly steps closer. "Well isn't it my lucky day," he said in an revolting manner. "I've gotten myself a pretty little girl." I shrink back. "Ah submissive I see, just the way I like 'em" He slurs crawling closer. "I do bet you have a tight little cunt on you, don't you. Maybe even a virgin?" He beams sickeningly.
Just as he is about to catch hold of me I sprint toward the bar in the fastest manner I possibly can while sustaining injuries. He yells roughly and starts running after. I cross the street in hopes of losing the crazed man. As I glance back, I see a light flashing and a loud car horn going off. Thump. He falls and rolls to the ground blood spilling. The driver jumps out and assesses the situation. Due to the psychotic man's groaning, I can infer he is alive. And with that, I continue on my journey toward the sound of beating music and cheers, while hyperventilating.
Once I've calmed down, I hear that the notes of the music get louder; I soon recognize it from the times I have come here for my fathers bidding. 'Chantaje'. A/N; song up top. It's a good song, in my opinion. But I don't dwell on those thoughts as I near the entrance. Standing in the line for a few minutes, I make it to the front and hold up my ID. The guard nods, but I see him silently judging my gruesome outfit. My shirt is torn, some of my cuts probably leaking, and pants are now a murky red color. Caring not for it, I make my way to the bar. As I look up I see a piercing picture of two maroon eyes. Intriguing, perhaps contacts, but something in my gut tells me that they aren't. However, my gut also thought the monster of a father would love me, so I'm clearly delusional.
Continuing, I start to feel light headed, the lack of blood, food, sleep, and energy are finally getting to me. With one more look into the curious strangers eyes, the darkness consumes me.