Mafia King's Daughter

Chapter 7

Ravyn's POV:

Simon took me to a market that was close by to the park. I asked him to wait at the bike that way I could get what I needed. I didn't really need him to see that I was buying nursing pads. He probably would've questioned me on that and wouldn't stop until I told him the truth.

I did have to explain the distilled water though so I ended up showing him my belly piercing. There was no way I was going to tell him about the other two. We aren't romantic with each other and I have no interest in ever being more than just friends with him and even that is unlikely. I don't even think we are more than just two people who know each other from school that see each other on occasion.

I had him drive for a little while before going to the market and then after, at least until the sun had set so it would be easier for me to sneak back into the house. I'm going to have to go a different way than my bedroom only because I don't need to get caught by my dad as I'm trying to get back in through the window. Plus, I don't know if I will be able to get everything up on the second floor without the guards spotting me. I really need to just get in through one of the downstairs windows and hide my purchases so I can try to pretend that I've been home this entire time.

Simon pulled up a few blocks down from my house. I got off of the bike and started to walk in the direction of our backyard when I felt him grab my arm.

"What do you want now, Simon?" I asked him as I looked up into his eyes.

"You may think I want some housewife that needs me to take care of her, she goes to church on a regular basis and takes part in all the school activities and fundraisers but she's not what I want." He told me as I continued to look at him.

I wanted to just pull my arm from his grasp and walk away from him but instead, I just stood there and waited for him to continue with his thought. For some reason, I was being respectful today. Doesn't happen very often.

"I want a woman like you, Ravyn. I want one who has no problems putting me in my place when I f**k up. I want a woman who can hold her own, that's wild and carefree. I want a spitfire of a woman like you. I want you, Ravyn, even if I have to wait for you to realize that I am worth giving a try." He told me and I just stood there and looked up at him.

I didn't know what to say to him. He obviously isn't taking no for an answer considering I already told him he didn't want someone like me. But then again, I didn't exactly tell him no which is probably the reason why he's trying again.

"It doesn't matter if I would ever want to date you or anyone else. The moment my father found out you would be dead." I told him and he let go of my arm.

"So if it wasn't for your father, would you?" He asked me and I looked down, unsure how to answer this without hurting his feelings too badly.

Shit, Ray, since when do you care about anyone's feelings? Just tell him the truth and get it over with.

"No, even if my dad was okay with it or wasn't around, I still wouldn't. I'm just not interested in you Simon. I'm not interested in dating at all." I told him and just before he could say anything back, a movement to the right of me caught my attention.

"Ravyn!" I heard the guard call my name as he was walking down the sidewalk.

I turned quickly to go in the opposite direction, only to run right into another guard. I didn't have a chance of getting away, the man had my arm right in his grasp.

"Go home boy before Mr. Kendricks sees you with her." The other guard that had called my name told Simon when he got close to us.

"See you around, Ravyn," Simon told me before he got back on his bike and revved it up as he took off down the street.

"Your father wants you home...now." The one who had my arm told me as he started to pull me back to my luxurious prison.

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"If you wouldn't trap me in this house all of the time then maybe I wouldn't have to sneak around!" I shouted at him as we stood in his office shortly after the guard brought me in.

I didn't even have a chance to put my bag of supplies away before getting brought in here. The guard hadn't even left before I was already getting my ass chewed for taking off again.

"Your behavior is the cause of you being trapped in this house! All those times you were suspended from school and brought home by the police have earned you the lockdown you have been given! You're lucky that the local police are too scared of me to throw your ass in jail!" He continued to tell me in a raised voice.

"If you would just let me be who I am instead of trying to shape me into the woman you think I should be! Someone that I'm not and never will be!" I shouted back at him and turned to walk out of the room.

"Ravyn Mireya!" He shouted as he walked out of the room after me.

"The woman you're becoming is going to land you in jail that I won't be able to get you out of, the hospital, or six feet under!" He shouted and I turned back around and glared at him.

"There isn't a person for hundreds of miles that isn't too scared of you to attempt to hurt me let alone get me in that kind of trouble! Why do you treat me as if I'm so stupid and fragile? Huh?" I asked him in an irritated and angered voice.

"Because you are! Your actions make you dumb and you are fragile! When are you going to see that? You can't do what all the other people can do!" He shouted at me and my eyes began to soften.

"Yes, I can dad, you just refuse to see that," I told him in a low serious tone, causing his expression to soften as well and I turned and walked back up the steps with my items.

This time he didn't follow me up the stairs. I was glad because I was really feeling the uncomfortable feeling of a new piercing that hadn't been cleaned yet and all I wanted to do was soothe the areas. As soon as I got in my room, shut the door, and locked it, I walked into the bathroom and took all of my supplies out. I started to undress and carefully pulled my sports bra off. There was more blood on the piercings and my belly was a little tender.

I took the salt water mixture and used the cotton swabs to soak and clean all the dried blood off. I then grabbed a small cup and poured some of the water mixture into it and took it and the remaining water back out into my room. I placed the cup over my belly piercing and laid down on my bed to let it soak for a few minutes. It was almost instant relief once the saltwater touched the piercing. I did the same for my n****e piercings. After each time, I got new water to soak them.

I put the nursing pads in a new sports bra and carefully put it on. They felt so much better after getting the dried blood off and soaking them. This will be a tedious process for a while and I will probably stay home for the most part for the first week. Will see how they are healing and how much they bleed. I don't want to delay the healing by making them bleed all of the time.

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About an hour later, I had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I was sitting on my bed with my knees up to hold my drawing pad as I worked on another sketch. My hand was pretty much covered in lead dust from smearing the pencil lead. The drawing I was doing this time was a dragon blowing fire from its mouth while standing on a human's skull. There was no meaning behind my drawing this time. I just like dragons the most and just started with one picture and it grew into something a little more dark. Most of my drawings are dark and some would even say demonic but I find them beautiful.

"Come in," I said as I did some shading around the fire to give it more of a three-dimensional look.

"What are you working on?" I heard mom's voice as she walked over and sat down on the bed.

"I don't know, maybe the next tattoo that I will get on my ass just to piss dad off," I told her as I turned it around for her to look at.

"It's beautiful." She told me with a smile, ignoring my comment about where on my body I should have it put.

"Thanks," I told her as I went back and started to do some more finer touches.

"I always thought your sketches with the pencil were one of your best drawings." She added and I just hummed and nodded.

"Your dad is just overly protective of you." She suddenly said after a few seconds of silence, causing me to stop smearing the lead with my finger to look over at her.

"Is that what you're calling it?" I asked her and she smiled as she nodded.

"Then what do you call it for you? You're not any better, just not as vocal and opinionated as him." I told her and she chuckled.

"You're the baby of the family. My baby girl. Of course, I would love for you to be my baby girl forever and I guess I'm having a hard time letting you grow up. I'm also scared, just like your father, of something happening to you." She told me.

"I can handle myself. It's not like dad didn't teach me anything when I was younger." I reminded her.

"That's not what we're scared of." She told me and the one thing I try to forget about has made itself known in the conversation.

"I haven't had that bad of an attack in a long time. Over a year." I told her and she nodded.

"Only because you've been working on your controlled breathing and haven't gotten yourself all worked up or overly exerted. One of these times, your running from the guards, trying to climb one of the porches to sneak into the house, or something out there in town is going to cause a flare-up." She continued to stress to me.

"I always carry my medication," I informed her.

"But what if you can't get your inhaler and there isn't anyone to help you?" She told me and I looked into her eyes which were full of worry.

"I know my limitations, mom. I learned a long time ago that I can't ever play sports, I can't be out in high humidity or go to a sauna. I'll never be able to be a dancer or an aerobics instructor. I can swim but I can't do laps and have to stay away from the ocean because of the current. I know that I'm different, the kids in school made that very clear to me." I told her and she reached over and grabbed my hand which was covered in pencil lead.

"I know that you know but sometimes it's not one of those that cause an attack." She told me and I nodded.

"I know. It can happen at any time." I told her and she started to rub my hand with her thumb.

"We never told you this and we never talked about it but your asthma isn't the only reason why your dad is as protective of you as what he is." She started to tell me.

"I know, because my brother was delivered stillborn three months too early," I told her and she shook her head.

"That's probably part of it but no, not what I was going to tell you." She told me.

"We wanted you to have as much of a normal childhood as possible even with your disability so we never told you. Sure you know you were born with severe asthma but you have that because you were born seven weeks premature. You were on a respirator for almost four weeks because you couldn't breathe on your own. Several times we thought we were going to lose you in that PICU. You were so tiny, so fragile. Your dad cried silently for weeks after you were born because he was so worried for you. Then you got RSV followed by pneumonia. You got RSV several times in the first year. Your lungs were so weak even after you were two months old that you had to be put on daily breathing treatments. Every morning and night I rocked you with the mask over your face to help you breathe. Some days more than that needed to be done." She told me and I just sat there and listened to her.

I knew that I had problems but didn't know it was as bad as she was telling me. I vaguely remember the breathing machine but by that time I could use an inhaler and I didn't need it anymore.

"The thing is, Ray, we almost lost you so many times, not just when I was pregnant with you or when you were an infant but as a toddler and in elementary school. It doesn't help any that you are just like your father." She said with a chuckle at the end.

"I am so not like my father," I grumbled and she nodded.

"Oh yes, you are. That's why you butt heads with each other all of the time. You and he are stubborn, bullheaded, short-tempered, and always think you're right even if you are wrong. Nothing will get you to think otherwise." She said as she smiled and I couldn't help but smile too.

"He loves you more than you know. He's not very good at showing it but everything he does is because he loves you even if you think he's being unfair or trying to make you mad on purpose." She continued to tell me.

"Even beating up the tattoo artist, my friend? That was supposed to be his way of showing me he loves me?" I asked her and she chuckled as she shook her head.

"No, that would just be a father reacting to any man touching his 17-year-old daughter."

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