Carina has had a difficult past. However, no matter what she deals with at 'home' or at school she is the strongest person you will ever meet.
Being taken by your own mother,
Being abused emotionally, physically, mentally, and sexually on the daily...
I woke up about 5 minutes ago. Well, I wouldn't really say 'woke up' because I barely even slept. If it wasn't my thoughts that woke me up, it was the pain of my bruised, broken body against the terrible mattress.
After about 5 minutes of just laying there, I decided to get up and that leads me to where I am right now. Sitting on a chair in the hallway of the station, waiting.
I still can't believe that I am currently waiting for my father to get here. But my thoughts are still overpowering with worry. The thing is, I may be a illegal fighter but what really petrifies me, is the thought that he could be just like them, if not worse them them.
I'm brought out of my deep thoughts by the doors opening. But I refused to look up.
I AM SCARED AND NERVOUS. For the first time in my life I am scared at the though of possibly being in the care of someone worse then them.
The feeling of eyes looking at me started to get on my nerves, so I looked up to see who it was.
When I looked up I saw this tall, like incredibly tall, middle aged man, with tattoos and these bright blue eyes, that had a flash of emotions flow through them the moment I turned around.
Not only did I feel this weird connection to this man but I also almost immediately felt this warm safety feeling looking at him, like I could trust him and he would protect me. Almost like a big brother feeling. But that is impossible because I am an only child, well at least I think that I am. I mean before today I never really thought I had a dad, so I guess anything is possible at this point.
I pulled my attention away from him and to Rosie instead. I'm not really sure when she got here, but she is currently standing next to me.
I look up a Rosie as she says, "Carina, darling, this is your father, Antonio Russo."
I freeze for a second before turning and looking at the man from before and an older version of him. The older man, who I am guessing is my dad, had dark blue eyes and slightly grey hair. And he also towered over me. Once I look up at him, I see his eyes begin to tear up. This is where I do something I have never done before.
I ran us to him and jumps into his arms, attaching to him like a koala. I was shocked by my own actions and was even more shocked with what he did.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly, almost immediately after. Muttering, "figlia mia, la mia principessa è tornata" (my daughter, my princess is back)
When he said that a smile, a real smile, made its way to me face. Also if you're wondering how I know Italian, my 'mother' made me learn it, and now I know why.
And before I could even register what I was doing, I muttered back, "Sono tornato, papà, finalmente ti ho trovato" (I'm back, dad, I finally found you)
He pulled away slightly, before looking at me with tears in his eyes and smiled. I smiled back and looked behind him.
Behind my dad stood the man who was looking at me before. He stood there with so much emotion in his eyes while looking at me.
I got down from my dad, who pouted as I did so. And can I just tell you I never thought that I would see someone pout because I pulled away from a hug. Anyway, once I was standing I walked over to the man and hugged him as well.
At first he was shocked and froze, but then he hugged me back even tighter then my dad did.
Still in his embrace, I asked him; " Are you mio fratello?" (my brother).
Almost instantly, he answers, "sì, I am your eldest brother, my name is Alessandro, but you can call me Sandro or anything you want really..."
He kept of rabbling so I kissed his cheek and pulled out of the embrace.
He stood there looking down at me with such love and awe in his eyes, but then he frowns and laughs.
"what?" I ask him confused.
Once he calms down enough to speak a sentence he says, "your so short, like honestly what are you like 5'3, 5'4"
I pout and mutter, "I'm 5'1, actually"
To which he laughs even more, so I do the very mature thing of walking over to my dad, who is talking to Rosie about something. I go to tap his shoulder but I can't reach it so instead I pull on his sleeve and look at him with a pout still of my face.
He looks down at me and sees my pout then askes, "Whats wrong, Principessa?"
I then look him in the eyes and tell him, "Ales is laughing at me because I'm 5'1, but it's not my fault that you guys are giants?!"
papà looks at me in awe, but says that he will deal with Ales, and that we have to leave now. I nod as an answer and said good bye to Rosie before walking out of the door and to the car that Ales and papà are walking to.
Once in the car I turn to Ales and asked if he was my only sibling.
He looked down at me and smirked before answering, "No, piccolo, you have 7 brothers, 6 older and one younger." (little one)
7 BROTHERS!?
I HAVE 7 BROTHERS!?
At least I have one younger so I'm not the youngest.
But still 7 BROTHERS?!
I was an only child 30 minutes ago and now I have 7 brothers.
I don't even want to think about what it is going to be like living with 7 boys not including my dad.
I guess we have to wait and see.
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A/N
thank you for reading. I would like to apologise if the translations are wrong as I am using google translate.
thank you xx
21/01/2021
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