Londyn: Tales Of A Mafia Princess

by Sankofa

The cross hanging behind the pulpit felt as if it was strapped to my back as I walked to my seat in church slowly. The scent of roses was thick in the air.There were so many people I felt so out of place. ‘Oh My goodness’ I thought as the hairs rose on the nape of my neck. I could feel all eyes on me. Whispers rose like a soft breeze from every corner of the sancturary.
“There she is.”
“How dare she show her face in here!”
My soul hurt and my heart lay heavy in the pit of my stomach. I tried to take my seat as the choir sang. Today I burry my boyfriend Jordan who’s life was taken at the hands of my father.
I am Londyn and this is my story.

Nook

First published August 7, 2011