Authors Note: TRIGGER WARNINGS: CHILD ABUSE, RAPE, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, EATING DISORDERS, AND SELF-HARM. ****Smut is in chapters 31 and 36, if you're into that.****

A/N: I have never been abused or sexually assaulted; this is just going off of what I have read about. I have, however, had an eating disorder (in recovery for 7 years!) and self harmed (in recovery for 5 years).

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, I WISH I DID. ALL RIGHTS GO TO CBS AND DPB.

AU: Ziva is the ONLY daughter of an Israeli mobster. This story begins when she is 10 years old.

**Everything spoken in Hebrew is in italics.**

(Revised 3/28/2016)

—Prologue—

Ziva David was born to Eli David and Rivka David, née Coensberg .

Eli was a devout Jew, who went to school to be a teacher. His future in education was cut short when his friend Shmeil, who was an Israeli mobster, recruited him to be part of his gang of strongmen. By age 25, Eli was a respected and feared mob boss in his community.

Ziva's mother Rivka, born into a poor Jewish family from the ghetto, was a homemaker and a former textile factory worker. She had short brown curly hair, dark brown eyes, and a thin frame for her 5'7" stature.

Ziva was a sweet and quiet baby. She a head of curly hair and big brown eyes; she was always smiling.

Around the time she turned 2, she threw temper tantrums constantly, mostly when her mother was out to market, as she did not want to be away from her.

Eli first took these fits as a symptom of the 'terrible two's'.

But after 5 or 6 times she threw said fits, he, not being a patient man, began to find only one way for them to stop. Physical punishments. He would spank her, and when that did not work, he would smack her across the face and strike her with his teaching staff.

Ziva would wail, Eli would always say to her "You deserve this punishment, Ziva! You are nothing but trouble!" Rivka knew of Eli's punishments, but knew she could do nothing to stop them.

Ziva entered kindergarten at age 5, she was very bright for her age, and often excelled. She was always happy to go to school to see her friends, and to be away from her father, who was drinking more and more every day.

He used to only drink on Shabbos, however, when Rivka suffered a miscarriage, Eli began to drink more heavily.

No matter what her home life was like, in school, Ziva remained a very polite and friendly little girl. Over the years, Ziva made many friends. Now at age 11, she was excited to be going into middle school, where she could make even more friends.

—Chapter One—

June 8th 1994, Ziva Age 10:

Eli David storms into the house with his gang of men, they laugh, "It's amazing how easily that broke!"

The five men wipe the mud off their shoes before entering the warm home, the fireplace roaring.

Eli had a loyal group that was made up of four men:

Moshe, Eli's right hand man, the violent one, was a lanky bearded man with glasses, a ponytail; always wore boots no matter the season or weather.

Next was Moshe's cousin, Avraham, a portly, shorter man with a wispy beard and a deep gravely voice. He seemed eternally inebriated.

Then there was Igor, a younger blonde boy, who loved to dress in all black, commonly a black turtleneck. Igor was not born in Israel, but he became a part of the mob via his father's Russian connections.

Finally, there was Yosef, he was newer to the gang, cleaner cut, with slicked back black hair. He loved learning how to make others suffer with just words, he very much looked up to Eli.

Eli takes a seat in his chair, his subordinates sit in the chairs surrounding him.

As they talk and laugh, a small child walks in.

Her long frizzy brown hair held back from her face by a headscarf, an off white long sleeved blouse, (covering her bruises), almost hanging off her small frame and her long skirt almost cover hers bare feet.

"Ah, Zivaleh! Fetch Abba and his friends my cigars! Quickly! Quickly!"

Ziva bows her head, 'Why do they have to all be here? They are so loud' she thinks, before she goes over to the armoire, pulls up a stool and climbs on it to reach her fathers Cubans; she climbs down carefully.

Walking over to her father, she hands him the cigars, which he hands out to his friends.

Eli's cohort, Moshe, elbows his cousin, Avraham.

"Watch this.". As Ziva walks back toward the kitchen, Moshe holds out his foot, Ziva trips, landing flat on her face. The men laugh loudly.

"Always such clumsy girl!" Eli chuckles.

Ziva gathers herself, smooths her ankle length olive skirt, and walks back to the kitchen.

Her mother, Rivka, was busy watching a kishka (a casserole common in Jewish households) she'd put in the oven for supper. "Shalom Ima." Ziva sighed, sadly, sitting in a chair at the kitchen table.

Rivka looked at her child, "What is wrong, Zivaleh?" Her mother was unaware of the goings on in the living room, moments prior.

"Nothing, Ima." Ziva said, wincing, as she sighed deeply, her bruised ribs aching from an earlier beating by Eli.

Her mother hummed Tzena Tzena, as she set the table for her, Eli and Ziva.

"The kishka is almost finished, please tell Abba, his friends should go soon so we may sit down for supper.". Ziva got out of the chair, wincing again at her aching ribs.

Eli was still in his chair, drinking wine and smoking a cigar.

"Shall we open a third bottle?" Avraham asked, drunkenly. Moshe interrupts, "Yes! I barely had any! You and Eli practically drank one bottle each!" They laughed.

Ziva walked cautiously towards her father, and quietly said, almost in a whisper, "Abba, Ima says your friends have to go home."

Eli stands up, glaring."They HAVE to?" He growls, striking Ziva across the face; she falls to the floor.

"You know better, Ziva, that was very impolite. Stupid girl." Ziva still remained on the ground, afraid to get up. Her father grabs her by her hair, taking some of her purple and gold scarf with it, forcing her to look into his angry eyes.

"Apologize, NOW, whore." Eli only called her a whore when he was drunk, but it still hurt.

Ziva's hair still in in Eli's fist, the gold paisley on her scarf shimmered in the light of the fire place, she squeaked out, "I'm sorry." Eli let her hair go, "Good girl. Now go wash up before supper." Ziva practically ran back to the kitchen to wash up, tears rolling down her face.

Eli's gang left within 10 minutes, Avraham had his arm around Moshe, trying not to fall. "Shalom my friends!" Eli chuckled while waving.

In the dining room, Ziva and Rivka were waiting for Eli to say the bracha so they could eat.

After a few moments of silence, just forks clinking on the plates, Ziva remembered a question she needed to ask, "Abba, did you remember to register me for school next year?"

Eli looked at her, his eyes darkened, "Ziva, we have already had this discussion, you are not returning to school. You do not need your head to be filled with silly ideas any longer. I will teach you from home—" Ziva interrupted, "But Abba! what about my friends?"

Eli rose from his chair, walked slowly over to Ziva, and slapped her across the face. Rivka stood up from her chair, "Eli!" she almost shouted at him.

"Rivka, how is Ziva going to concentrate on her studies with others distracting her?" By 'others', Eli meant boys. "I will teach her all she needs to know."

"And YOU," he pointed at his wife, who was across the table, too far to hit."You will set a good example for Ziva, how to be a good wife and to respect all men. I want no more of this back talk from either of you. Is that understood?" Rivka looked at Ziva, who was crying, her head down on the table. "Yes, Eli." Rivka replied.

"It is getting late, get ready for bed." Eli said as he sighed. He ran his hand through his hair and walked into the living room to have another cigar.

Ziva grabbed her plate and put it in the sink, then ran to her room to inspect her new marks on her face. She changed into a long nightgown and tied up her hair. She laid on her bed and covered herself with her blanket and rolling over to fall asleep.