"N-Nothing i-is wrong." I stuttered out fearfully to Louis as he kept on moving towards me. All of the attention was on me.
"We will not ask again" Luca said while trying to hold my arm but I was not having it. I shook my head and he looked hurt by my actions.
"What.is.wrong.with.you?" Lorenzo asked angrily while emphasizing every word I flinched at his tone. He noticed it and looked shocked and scared.
Fat tears rolled down when Luca picked me up and I kept thrashing in his hold. I tried to escape his grip but it was of no use he was not all budging. He looked unfazed by it.
He gently placed me on the couch and I kept on crying dad stood beside me and gently held my hand and I looked at him he looked so sad looking at my state. He silently asked permission to lift my shirt I just gave him a nod as there was no reason to fight it now. They will find out one way or other. He slowly lifted my shirt and gasped at the site and I closed my eyes tightly in humiliation.
When I opened my eyes I could sense the anger in the atmosphere. The tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. Dad and Louis were sad looking at me. Lorenzo looked calm but his eyes told another story he was angry. Luca was livid he looked like a raging bull he looked like he would anyone who would come in his way. The twins looked shocked but soon anger took over them.
"H-How?" Louis asked while softly placing his hand on my head and patting it.
I took a deep breath and started.
"I-It all started when I moved in with my foster father Benzo. He was nice at first but that only lasted for a month a-and then he started his true self at first it would just be a slap or a punch and then it got worse day by day. It all started on my 5th birthday when he gave me my first beating. He always told me all the naughty kids get the punishment I believed him first but I did not see any bruises on my classmates. I w-was 6 when I asked him about the punishment he gave me another beating and the worse one a child could experience. I was even in the hospital for a week. The doctors questioned my father and he told them some older guys beat me up. I wanted to speak t-the truth but he threatened me if I told anyone he would give me a worse beating I got scared so I did not tell anyone the truth. The police then went away leaving me with him. He forced me to learn how to cook and how to do the household chores and I had to learn it. He used to call me different names like whore, bitch, slut. He said that I deserve those names being given to me. One day I was going to be late for school when I bumped into Trent I got panicked and said sorry again and again. He looked confused and said it was ok. We came to know that we were in the same school and he was my senior. We started talking and became friends. He once saw a bruise on my arm and asked me about it and I told him it was nothing serious. He told me his biggest secret that he was gay and I was the first one to hear about it. I was happy to hear about it and t-then I told him about everything that happened to me. He was livid he reported it to the police but they were bribed by my foster father and he came to know about it and gave me another beating I w-was passed out for 2 days when I woke up I went to school and told everything to Trent he was furious but sad and the same time but we could not do much. He knew that my foster father did not give me money so he used to share his lunch with me. He used to treat my wounds and I really appreciated it. I tried committing suicide but did not succeed in doing so. Trent asked me to join the fighting classes for future references and Greg's uncle was a jiu-jitsu teacher and he taught me and now I am a black belt in it thank him. Trent taught me how to ride different vehicles. I learned hacking for fun and I will be grateful to them." I finished with a smile at all the memories and looked proud, sad, and angry at the same time. Lorenzo came and wrapped his arms around taking me by surprise as it was least expected of him to hug me. I slowly wrapped my arms around him.
"D-did he ?" Dad asked quietly and I knew what he meant and I shook my head and he left out a sigh of relief.
"They are ugly." I said and traced a scar on my hand. Lorenzo softly took my hand.
"They are not ugly they are battle scars and prove that you are the toughest girl fighting with them. They show you fought it all through thick and thin. These prove you are a warrior and you are brave enough to conquer it." Lorenzo said while placing a soft kiss on my forehead and I smiled at the kind gesture.
"Emiliano get me an icepack For her ribs, Luca get me painkillers and a glass of orange juice, Angelo get her a blanket, dad get her some cold towels her body temperature is rising and Lorenzo call our family doctor for an appointment." Louis said barking orders to others and they all left except Lorenzo as he hurriedly took his phone and dialed the doctor and went outside the living room and in the kitchen to discuss further.
Everyone arrived with everything.
Louis told me to take the medicine which I did and then drank the orange juice. He then covered me with a blanket and then placed a cold towel on my head and then I drifted off to sleep.
Harold's P.O.V
When I heard that my only daughter was getting abused I was livid I wanted to kill that prick for ever laying his nasty hands on my daughter. Luca was the angriest out of all of us. His priority was his sister and he would make it a living hell for that fucker because he only acts soft in front of her and she is the only one who can control his anger. Sometimes, we would mention her so he would immediately stop and now he was livid. He would kill him that is for sure.
What will happen when father comes to know about this?
He will cut him limb by limb until his inner beast will be unleashed. He will gauge his eyes out and all the hell will break loose.
"Lorenzo call everyone." I ordered him he gave me a nod and called and I could hear soft murmurs but could not make out what it was.
"They will reach here within 20 minutes." Lorenzo said while putting his phone in his pocket and looking at her.
After 20 minutes everyone arrived and looked at her with worry painted on their faces.
"Explain what happened to her?" Father asked with a cold tone I gulped he was gonna go ballistic.
'Here it goes' I thought to myself
"She was fucking abused." Luca blurted out and everyone's eyes widened but then anger took over them and they looked ready to kill.
"Who?"
"Benzo Martinez"
"I want him captured by tomorrow and bring him the torture chamber so that we could torture him."
"Yes, father"
That prick has a lot to pay for doing this to my sweetheart. I will make it a living hell for him.
Author's Note
Happy birthday to pumpkinsprite many many returns for this special day. This is an advance birthday wish for you.
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