Serenity

Chapter 57: I Alone

**TRIGGER WARNING FOR DOMESTIC ABUSE AND RAPE**
Jo's POV
Almost a month later...

All I feel is hopelessness.

And pain.

And sickness.

And any fucking negative emotion someone could feel.

They adjust the dress on me as I wipe my eyes. "How could you do that to your mother? How could you let her get hurt for you?!" Dean yells at me as my father just watches.

I don't say a word. I was close, so fucking close until it was all ripped away from me. This has been the cycle for the past few days though. Dress adjustments, Dean fucking yelling at me, and me crying. And my hormones aren't helping the crying part.

"Talk Josephine, for fuck sakes!" He yells and comes over in front of me and slaps me. My body jerks a bit and the seamstress glares at Dean for more then one reason.

I let the tears stream down my face again, just where they were starting to let up. "Dean..." my father mutters and he just shakes his head in front of me.

"She's a fucking mute now Salvatore, I don't know what you want me to do," he says and I bite the inside of my cheek.

"Let her take her time, we talked about this," my father warns. That's the one thing I've noticed, that he's actually taking a care to me right now. Probably because he wants me to have a boy so he can take over the family business.

"Oh? You want me to treat her any differently because she got herself knocked up from your greatest enemy?!" He yells and the seamstress tells me she's done.

She brings me to the back room and helps me take it off. "He's never gonna stop... is he?" I ask softly and she looks at me in the mirror. "It keeps getting worse and worse." I say and she nods.

"Be strong, that's the only thing you can do," she says to me softly and I nod. I change back into my clothes, which is just leggings and a t-shirt and come back out.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He asks me and I look down and back up at him. What the fuck does it look like I'm wearing? I've learned to keep my comments to myself, for the better. He goes into the bag her brought and hands me a pair of jeans. "Put these on, they make you look like less of a slut," he says and I bite my lip, not taking them.

Due to my stomach growing, you know from the baby inside of me, my jeans don't fit anymore. But my leggings do. "No," I say simply and he stares at me blankly before raising an eyebrow.

"So the mute speaks! Put the fucking jeans on," he tells me and I shake my head. He grabs my arm and pins me against the wall with his hand at my neck. This is the one time I wish my dad was here.

"I'm not your property," I manage to say before he cuts off my air supply.

"Someone's getting bold," he tells me and I smirk a bit. I can't help the snarky bitch in me sometimes. "We're getting married, weather you like it or not. So either you'll learn to listen to me or you'll get punished," he tells me and I just stare at him silently.

The only reason he's able to do this to me now is because I'm not fighting back. If I fought back he'd be the one in this position.

He lets go of me and I immediately walk out, going out and into the world. Aka, the large house where my father houses everyone.

"Jo!" I hear and turn around to see Katherine. Right, my mom got here here. I give her a small smile and she hugs me. "Come with me," she whispers and holds my hand, making me follow her.