Some people dream of having a lavish life style, I never really cared for everything being handed to me. Made me feel like I didn't work for anything, and that infuriated me to no end. I don't like being in the spotlight, if anything I am a loner and I try and keep to myself for the most part. My father is some big shot lawyer, and my mother died when I was 5.
Everything gets turned upside down when my dad gets involved with the mafia, I don't know what he did to piss them off but I ended up paying the price.
My name is Valentina I'm 18 and this is how I went from daddy's little princess to the mafia boss's princess.
You know that saying if you didn't work for it you didn't earn it? Yeah that is how I thought as well, but everything is always thrown at my feet and I can't stand it. I dream of the day that I can move out and start my own life. Away from the spotlight detach myself from being in the front of everything.
I have always wanted a simple life settle down have children and one of these days I will get just that.
The day was a big day, the last day of school and graduation that night. I was ready I had worked so hard for this, always the head of my class. I had everything planned out, taking two year to myself before I decided anything about college. I wanted to live and have the freedom that I craved so much.
My best friend since birth Andrea is waiting for me outside so we can go to school together. We are the same in almost every way. So our plan is to do this thing called life together, find a house be roommates and just live like we want.
We pull in the whole school is in an uproar for it being the last day of school. There was really nothing going on for us to even come to school, more than half didn't even bother, but I had never missed a day and I was not about to start now. Everything was just for prep for tonight.
By the end of the day I was so mentally drained and ready for some time to myself, I told Andrea I was just going to walk home to clear my head. It was normal for me to do this roughly 2 to 3 times a week so she didn't think anything of, plus I didn't live that far from the school. And that my friends is where I fucked up.
Like I said I walk home often same route ever time, so it is like second nature. So much so that I do not realize that I am being fallowed, until it is too late. The only thing that I recall is that there was a sharp pain in my neck, and everything went black.