Americana

I've lived my life stuck in a twisted fantasy of getting out of this hell hole. Which some may call 'home'. See when I was a small girl I was told I wouldn't get happily ever afters. Because they don't exist. My father used to say that happily ever afters were just made up stories for people with reality issues. That love was a word made for fools. And of course being a child I believed his words. My father is a powerful man with no soul, heart. He takes what he wants even if it means others will suffer for it. My mom used to say that to me before she was killed in a robbery. Let's just say it was a bloody mess for a 6 year old child to see. Now almost eleven years later I still have a blank face. I don't speak to others, because unnecessary conversations bore me. And aren't needed. So I keep to myself with my training. I will have to take over one day since it is the mafia.