Beautiful Girl

*I do not own any of these people except Abby mmkay? Enjoy…and thank you for reading!*


The way her eyes spar whe whenever they were in the sun. It looked as though they were clearer than the ocean on a sunny day. And her laugh; her laugh was intoxicating. She could make the meanest man on the earth melt and fall to her feet with a smile perched upon his lips. The man whose heart she had caught this time? None other than Marco Vendetti. They had met when she was only fifteen years old. He was nineteen, and even if she was that many years younger than him, nobody could resist her. Her long blonde hair fell to her elbows in spiral ringlets. Her eyes were so blue that you had to get a second glance. Just everything about this girl was perfect.

Her name was Abigail Esther, the younger sister of Leon Anthony and Bobby. They were a respected family on that block. That was, until Allie Boy started to get into drugs. She was dating Marco, and yet had no idea that he was dealing junk to her brother. Then that one night happened. Alley Boy had overdosed, and she had found out that Marco was responsible. So, she did the only thing she could think of. She fled. As strange as this may sound, but it is true, the block was never the same after that. If Abigail was sad, then it was as if the whole block was sad. No girl that beautiful should ever be sad.

Now Abby was back. She hadn’t seen her brothers, or her mother for that matter, since the day Allie had died. She had regretted leaving so many times before, and she figured now that she was a sophisticated young women, she could go back and settle everything. Or at least try to. She hadn’t spoken to Marco either, and she hoped he had forgotten about her. But then again, nobody was ever to forget little Abigail Esther. Nobody was ever able to forget a pretty face like that.

Stepping out of the yellow taxi, the driver got out and helped her with her things. On their way over from the airport, he had figured out who she was. If somebody that she had no idea who they were could spot her out, then her family could in an instant. Paying the man who was smiling so greatly at her, she waved before she picked up her suitcase and made her way down the block. She looked up and down it, trying to remember every part of Brooklyn. She never thought that she would miss this town, never in a million years. Looking up at the old familiar building, she stood on the steps of it, recalling that night where Leon had carried her dead brother to the middle of the street. That was the only time she had ever seen a dead body, and hopefully the last.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the door to the apartment complex and the familiar aroma engulfed her. Laughing softly at the way it smelt of baby food and bad cologne, she made her way up to the second floor and to the familiar door which had the lettering “G” marked on it. Setting her stuff down on the ground, she smoothed out her skirt before gently knocking on the hard wooden door. She heard some bustling around, before the door opened and a spaced out looking brown haired women answered the door. She looked the girl up and down before tears started coming to her eyes.

“Abigail?” she choked out, but barely. She reeked of booze. Abby smiled softly at her mother before enveloping her in a hug, her pearly whites showing as she grinned. She had always loved her mother’s hugs. Once they parted, they soon walked into the cluttered apartment and put her stuff down by the couch. Her mother was smiling again, and that made Abby happy. After about an hour of talking things out with her mother, she had asked where her brothers were. Her mother gave her directions before staring at he one more time.

“What?” Abby asked, laughing softly as she smiled that famous smile of hers.

“I love you Abby,” she said, giving her one last hug before sending her on her way. Abby almost lost it there. She hadn’t heard her mother say those words in such a long time. Shaking those thoughts out of her head, she made her way to where her mother told her to go. She had remembered that old Candy store called Willies. She loved the owner; he was so nice to her. Then again, everybody on that block was nice to her. Walking on the opposite side of the street where her house had been on, she heard a group of guys walk up to her, whistling crude remarks. Turning around, she looked at them only to be face to face with Jimmy Pockets and Vinny the Fish. Their faces both went pale.

Millions of thoughts ran through her head. She knew that they would tell Marco. They were practically best friends with the man. Then he would come to her and start putting his charm on her, and she was scared that it would work. It always worked with her. Whispering a tiny ‘hi’ to the both of them, she went on her way to the candy shop. She just turned the corner when she saw the group of males sitting on the steps, talking about the Dodgers. She chuckled softly, knowing very well that half of the males in Brooklyn were pissed off about the Dodgers leaving. Slowly she made her way to the steps, and one by one their eyes drifted up towards her. Who wouldn’t watch such a beautiful creature walk toward them? Smoothing out her short but simple skirt, she smiled at them.

“Would any of you gentleman know where I can find Bobby or Leon?” she asked, her voice soft. She was a very shy girl when it came to talking to strangers. One of the men stood up. He was short, with his black hair greased back.

“They’re uh…inside,” he said, looking at her still. She giggled softly at him, shaking her head before they all moved so she was able to get through the heap of men. Once inside the candy store, she yawned softly. The ride over here had been a very long one. She had arrived on train, but got stuck next to one of the most annoying man on the face of this earth. He kept on talking to her about how beautiful she was, and then he kept cleaning his teeth while making this horrible sound. Putting her small hand over her mouth to keep from giggling at the thought of the ride over here, she looked up and was met by a cold and hard stare. She knew that stare all too well.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he growled, setting down his coke bottle. She winced slightly at him, not wanting to make a huge scene. The blonde haired girl that he was with sat silently chewing on her gum as she looked up at Abby with a soft stare. Then as if on cue, Bobby came out from the back room with Willie in tow. He stopped and looked at who Leon was looking at and instantly froze. They both stared at her with a stare that seemed to be so full of hate. It made her sad. Stepping backwards, she shrugged her shoulders.

“Just came by to say hi I suppose,” she said softly, looking down at the floor. Bobby just stared at her, while Leon took his drink into his hand and took a giant gulp.

“Yeah? Well don’t let the fuckin’ door hit you on the way out,” he spat, concentrating on the blonde girl in front of him, who was holding a pink dress in front of him. That comment made her even sadder. Tears built up in her eyes and threatened to spill out onto her rosy cheeks. Slowly she backed up and fled the candy store. She didn’t want to make a scene. That was by far one of the last things she wanted to do right now.

Stepping over the heard of men that sat in front of the steps and wiped the tears that were running down her cheeks as she walked to an abandoned building with posters of the carnival all over. Leaning up against it, she put her head in her hands and began to think. She didn’t understand why they were so bitter towards her. She hadn’t killed Allie. She could have never of done such a thing. She didn’t even know Marco was a junk dealer.

“Hey? Are you alright there doll face?” asked a voice, snapping her back into reality. Wiping her tears once more, she looked up at was face to face with none other than Philly Babes. Oh shit, she thought, running her fingers through her long blonde hair. Marco was sure to find out that she was here now. There was no way that he couldn’t hear about it. Leaning her head back upon the bricks, she looked at him with a sad expression and put on a small, yet fake, smile.

“Holy shit…” he trailed off, looking at her. Putting up her small hand, she gently waved at him.

“Long time, no see Philly,” she said softly, brushing the strands of hair out of her face. He nodded before turning to his partner.

“Marco isn’t going to believe it when we tell him…” but he got cut off before he could finish.

“Marco isn’t going to know. I don’t want him to. I don’t want anything to do with him,” she said, her soft voice filling the air. The two older men stopped and looked at her for a moment, blinking their wide eyes at her. She was about to say something else when she saw a herd of guys running toward Philly. It had been Bobby and his group. They stopped and took in the scene.

“What are you fuckin’ doing talking to this chump Abs?” he said, putting his hands on his hips. She looked at everybody for a moment before shrugging her shoulders softly. With her face down, she put one foot in front of the other and began to walk away from the huge males that seemed to tower over her like buildings. This wasn’t exactly how she planned on spending her summer would be like.


That night she had slept on the couch. Bobby and Leon weren’t home; she had decided that they must have gone to the carnival. Abby had to help her mother slowly into her bedroom because she was on the verge of passing out. Now she lay on the couch, thinking of the past. Allie Boy mainly. She missed him so much. He was so caring, but then again so was Marco. Well, to her anyways. She smiled softly when they had first met each other. Jimmy and she had been friends for a long time. They were almost inseparable, believe it or not. She remembered they he told her he wanted her to meet one of his friends that had been admiring her from afar. She was skeptical at first; Very shy. They had all met downtown at a local pizza shop, and when they set eyes on each other they both knew that there was a spark. Soon dates between them occurred more frequently, and they were seeing each other almost every day. Then Leon found out. His little sister was going out with his enemy. He was furious! He forbid her to see him anymore, so she and Marco had to see each other behind his back.

Then that one night happened. The night Allie had died had been the worst night of her life. Not only did she lose her brother, she lost her virginity to a man who had deceived her.

*Flashback*

His gentle arms wrapped around her tiny waist from behind, kissing her neck gently. A smile was upon her face as he did this, tilting her head to the side to give him better accesses. He rested his chin on her shoulder as his fingers gently rubbed her stomach.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?” he whispered, holding her for a few minutes. She shook her head with a soft blush approaching her cheeks. She hated being called beautiful.

“Well you’re too good to me, you know that right?” she grinned, slowly turning around in his arms and looking up at him with sparkling blue eyes. He moved a couple of strands out of her face before he kissed her gently on the lips. Moving his hands from her waist, to her cheeks, he brushed them with his thumbs gently.

“I love you Abby,” he whispered, looking right into her eyes. She blushed even more before she nuzzled her head into his chest, smiling slightly. For such a tough man, he was such a softy sometimes.

“I love you too Marco,” she said back. He stepped back a bit and tilted her head to look up at him. Kissing her once more, it began to turn into a more heated kiss. Before she knew it, they were wrapped up in his sheets together. He was lying on top of her, brushing his calloused fingers against her soft skin on her arm. Smiling up at him, she touched his cheentlently. Catching her wrist in his hand, he kissed it before he looked into her eyes and his features turned gentle.

“You sure you wanna do this babe?” he asked, kissing her lips softly. She nodded as her hands fell to his neck, gently massaging the flesh.

“Marco, I love you. I want to spend forever with you,” she whispered before he smiled one of those rare smiled for her.

“You mean that?” he asked her, kissing her neck gently. Then very slowly he stopped and looked into her eyes, his brown eyes piercing into her ocean blue ones. His fingers slowly moved up so they were pushing strands of hair out of her face as he smiled softly. She looked at him with a loving smile and nodded, blushing lightly.

“I mean that Marco,” she said, laughing slightly. He grinned before kissing her deeply; placing her legs over his waist he looked at her with a serious look. She answered her before he could speak.

“Marco…I really am ready,” she said, chuckling softly as she placed her hands on his cheeks. He nodded and aligned his cock with her entrance. He told her to take a deep breath, and when she did he slid into her slowly. Her arms flew around his back and her fingernails dug into his skin. Her eyes closed in pain, and she began to bite on the inside of her cheek. He stopped moving and looked down at her, shaking his head a bit. He hated to see her in pain.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, starting to slip out from inside of her. She hugged onto his back as her eyes shot open and she shook her head.

“NO! Please…no. Marco…it will get better…it has to,” she said softly, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. The pain was unbearable, but she knew it had to get better. Soon she nodded her head his way to indicate that it was alright if he moved. Slowly, he began to pump himself in and out of her at a slow speed. With her nails digging into his back, a single tear fell from her eyes before the pain slowly subsided and was soon replaced with a wave of pleasure that took over her whole body. Looking into his eyes, her hands traveled into his hair as she hooked her legs around his waist tighter. Gasping for air, she began to move wits las large body, moaning his name loudly. Soon they were both grunting with each thrust that he was making.

A rollercoaster of emotions were running through her body as she clenched onto his back tighter. She knew there were going to be scratches, and he knew that as well. Then before she knew what happened he had grabbed both of her hands and kissed her deeply. He was thrusting in and out of her small body at a rapid pace and she was enjoying every minute of it. Then something strange happened, he pinned her arms down to the bed as he was thrusting. Although it wasn’t exactly pinning…he was more like holding her hands. She smiled at this gesture before kissing his lips softly. Soon he let go of her hands as they came together, panting at their exercise that had just happened. He rested on top of her, her small hands running through his hair as her chest went up and down. Beads of sweat had formed on them both from their activities and she slowly began to wipe them off of his forehead.

He moved his head to look at her and smiled slightly, kissing the beginning of her chest. Everything about him looked so loveable, she couldn’t help herself. Every time she looked at Marco Vendetti, she melted.

“I love you so much Abby,” he whispered before slowly pulling out of her and rolling over on his back. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close, kissing the top of her head.

“Love you too Marco,” she whispered before falling into a deep sleep. She woke up a few hours later by Leon and her mother screaming.

*End of flashback*

The sound of the door opening and closing was what snapped her back into reality. She looked up at see Leon with those glassy eyes of his and blood stains on his shirt. Her eyes went wide as she rushed toward him.

“Leon! Are you hurt? Is that your blood? What happened?!” she asked, walking over to the kitchen and getting the proper medical supplies that she could find around the apartment. He sat down on the couch as he stared away from her, running his hands through his hair.

“Why are you here Abs?” he asked his voice soft and tired. He wanted an honest answer. After she had gotten the proper supplies, she walked back over to and and turned his face to look at her.

“Can’t a girl come back and see her family?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders slightly as she applied rubbing alcohol to one of his wounds. He winced before she chuckled softly, calling him a baby.

“Everybody else thinks it’s a fucking fishy how you come home right when Marco’s coming home from prison,” he said, letting her attend to his wounds. She stopped and looked at him, her eyes wide.

“He’s in prison? Why?” she asked, shocked about the sudden news.

“You didn’t know?”

“No!” she shook her head, finally getting him cleaned up. Getting up and going back to the kitchen, she put the supplies away and leaned up against the table, staring at him slightly.

“He’s in prison for selling junk to Allie,” he said softly before his jaw tensed. She should have known. Nobody gets away with something like that. Walking back over to the couch, she sat next to him and sighed.

“I never meant to make you made with going out with him Leon. I was just…so in love with that man,” she said softly, leaning back onto the couch. He changed the subject right away.

“Well your boyfriends little gang just got the shit kicked out of them,” he said before getting up and walking into his room, slamming the door shut. She winced at the sound before burying her head into the pillows so nobody would hear her scream in frustration.

* There will be more soon…I promise. Leave reviews if you guys like it. Thank you all for reading! – Philly *