Cerelia's POV:

,,There is a hot guy around my age who skates at the skate park near my house everyday, but honestly he looks like a fucking douche who doesn't care about anyone but himself. Actually fuck it who am I to judge him, I'm here sitting in this big ass house all by myself while my father's gone. No friends, no fun activities nothing. All that because of my father who doesn't even care about me.''

I closed my diary and put it on my desk. I've always imagined how it would be if my father didn't run one of the biggest mafia's in America. How would it be if I could be a normal teenager for once, but no I'm trained to kill and that's it. Hey, I mean after all I'm alive. I stopped daydreaming as soon as I heard the front door. I knew it was my dad, because he's the only one that shuts the door so aggressively.

He never hurt me physically and I'm glad that he didn't. However his mental abuse hurt more than any physical abuse ever could.

,,Cerelia fucking Clyborne, come downstairs before I drag you down by the hair!'' he said furiously.

What happened now? I rushed down there before he came to me. ,,Where is your goddamn mother, when I need her?'' he yelled. He's drunk again, goddammit. ,,Dad, are you drunk again? You know she's dead.'' I uttered.

And after my sentence you could only hear the sound of breaking glass. He still isn't over her death, neither am I, yet we have to continue living no matter how much it hurts. One of the bodyguards, Aaron rushed to the living room to see what's going on.

,,You should probably get out of the house.'' Aaron voiced.

I knew he was right so I grabbed my skateboard and went to the skate park I mentioned earlier. It was nearly 9 pm so I guess no one will be there.  The only thing that made me happy was skating. I know it sounds stupid but it's the only thing where I can escape from reality. A place where I don't have to think about who I'm killing next. My ,,dad'' says it's just a waste of time.

Well, I guess today isn't really my day. I mean it started raining. Rain isn't worse than going home and getting mentally abused by my dad so I decided to stay. I couldn't really skate, because everything was wet from the downfall. Fuck! Why now? My clothes were all soaked from the rain.I thought it couldn't get any worse, I was wrong. That guy from earlier showed up. The first thing that came to my mind was ,,What is he doing here?''

,,Fuck!'' he commented. ,,I can't even be alone anymore for fuck's sake.''

What a jackass! ,,Wow, that's exactly what I thought too.'' I stated.

,,A feisty one! Now could you finally leave?'' he voiced.

Oh my God, is he for real. ,,Excuse me who do you think you are?'' I hate people like him.

,,Someone everyone wishes to be for sure.'' he announced.

,,You are such a jackass, that thinks that the whole fucking world belongs to him, aren't you?''

He glared at me for a second before mouthing ,,No, because it in fact does belong to me.''

I've had enough. ,,You know fuck off, I despise people like you.'' I started walking away, however he had one comment left

,,I always have the last word.''

Now I was furious. ,,It's small isn't it?'' I yelled.

,,The rumors about it being 11 inches long are saying something else.'' he said proudly

I almost gagged because of that sentence. How can someone be so full of himself. ,,You're disgusting.'' He chuckled at my sentence. Enough is enough. I started walking towards him,  I lifted my hand to slap him.

Suddenly I could feel his strong veiny hand around my arm. Now I've just realized how tall he was. Probably 6.4ft. He looked me straight in the eyes with his dark, chocolate brown eyes. He had a really defined, sharp jawline decorated with a skull tattoo. After he looked up and down, literally scanning me, he said with his deep husky voice ,,Better luck next time.'' I let out a snicker before I kicked him in his private area. I couldn't help but giggle as he fell on the floor. ,,Oh and before I leave, just so you know, don't mess with me.'' I commented as I wandered away.

Now I stood in front of my house. If I sneak in he probably won't even notice me. Well it didn't go as planned. ,,Stop.'' he said calmly.

,,Where were you?'' he asked.

,,Just at the skate park.'' I mumbled. He didn't say anything so started walking away.

Unexpectedly, I could hear him grab something from the right side of the sofa. He raised his hand slightly showing off a knife and throwing it towards me without a warning. This man is a fucking psychopath! I dodged the blade right before it was about to hit me. It barely touched my hair before it carved itself into the wall behind me. I didn't say anything, because he already turned his back to me. I knew it wasn't his intention to actually hurt me. It was more like a test. But it was still sick. When I realized that I still stood there I made my way to my room.

The next day I stood in a cell with only me and a man in it. Blood was dripping from my fingers, due to the fact that I had to beat up a man. ,,Talk, or you know what happens.''

,,I don't know anything, I really don't.'' He could barely keep his head up. That guy was so exhausted that he couldn't even keep his eyes open.

,,Oh, I know very well that you know everything, you just keep on denying it, don't you?'' I could say I got pretty numb. When I killed people I didn't feel guilt, but neither happiness. It was just a thing I had to do in order to please my father. ,,Today I'm feeling generous, it'll be a quick death.''You could see the fear in his eyes. But it was already too late for mercy. It was a quick death just as I said. One shot in the forehead and he was dead. But I had a reason to kill him. Basically it was something that I promised to myself that I won't kill someone who is innocent. However, usually no one that came into this cell was innocent.He gave important information to the opposite mafia. So he was basically a snitch. And we all know snitches get ditches.

I have 68 confirmed kills. Which is not even that much compared to my father. But let's keep in mind that I'm still seventeen. Speaking about the devil. As I was walking through the hallway's I passed by my dad's office. He was talking to a guy, I'm not sure but I think that I never saw him before. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to eavesdrop on their conversation, but my curiosity won so I still did it.

,,Are you out of your fucking mind , Clyborne? They will both die!"

,,So? What if they die? We have more kids. Don't you want those fourteen million , Barclay?"my dad basically screamed at that man.

Barclay, that name sounds familiar I'm sure I've heard it before.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of my book! I hope you liked it! <3