We held each other tighter in the hug as i sobbed at his shoulder.I believe that he is the only person that really loves me and care for me. Sam. My older brother.
"Why- how didnt you tell me?" He looked upset.
"I- i used... he th- threatend me..." i stuttered while sobbing.
"I really have to do something to keep you away from these sluts" sam comforted me rubbing my back upwords and downwords slightly.
"He literally made me hate men. He prevented us from life. I mean he says he doesnt care why does he still get his nose in our buisness" i scoffed angrily as i un-wrapped my hands from the hug.
"Relax, we'll surely find a solution" he tried calming me down.
"I was going to suggest moving to nanas house. Remember? She left the keys for tough times like theseEmelia, you agree?" He asked me and i nodded a 'yes'.
"Have now some rest and space before they're back and in the meanwhile i will be finishing some work, to be ready and leave" he left crouching my cheek toughly.
When sam arrived, dad ran out of the house quickly to avoide him. Yes. Dad fears sam.
I layed down in my bed thinking. Why my life is like this? Why MY life is that bad. I'm not existing in the eye of those who should be called my parents. The fact they're everything but parents. I hate them, more than anybody could ever imagine. They haven't tried ever doing any single thing for me. I was born and bought to this world in a mistake. Mom would have aborted me but my grandma refused. My grandma is Sams and my saviour.
Mom is addicted to drugs and alcohol and she work in a shop, do səx and go to nightclubs in order to gain money. So yeah, Im a daughter of a b*tch.
Dad go to night clubs too. They met there and had us. WHAT A BLACK DAY WAS THAT DAY. He is addicted too, on both. My life is so confusing. My parents had me and my brother eighteen years ago and they haven't get married yet.
Its really confusing for me too the fact they didnt want any kids and she haven't aborted us. Why did she even stayed with dad after having Sam. Yes. Since i grew up and realised everything was going around me, i had hundreds of questions in my head.
They both give no shits about each other. But they live in the same house so both of them could help each other paying taxes and bills.
When we were born, grandma Elena raised us all the way long so she is sure we're living the best of our lives and not harmed untill she died five years ago. When she died we had to come back to this hell. The day she died was undescribable. Our only hope in world was gone, forever. Since the day we came, I was always abused by my dad when he's drunk and affected by drugs. He abused me in Sams' absence because if he dared and harmed me in his presence god knows what might sam do. He used to go away for months attending college, and he visit me on vacations.
I woke up on a familiar screaming sound. I rubbed my eyes as i yawned sitting on the edge of the bed. Its Sams voice. I ran out of my room and rushed to the living room.
"Don't you ever dare to hurt her or you're going to end up dead. What type of parents are you both? How- how dont you give a fuck about your children especially if you have a daughter, but you tell drug addicts and criminals about her to come and rape or kidnap your own daughter. You've always been nothing like parents. How could you abuse your goddamned daughter. I cant believe you. Anyway we're not needy for you. And we will never be like your children, for both of you. We are moving far away from here" Sam said as i stayed still standing.
"Okay, then who gives a fuck about you and that small whore" mom said blowing the cigarettes smoke and sipping her drink.
"Do whatever you want both of you. I will be happy anyways if you both were gone from our lives then a big burden is finally away" dad added.
My eyes widened at their cold emotionless reaction. I pushed aside the questions about how sam found out. I have to focus on whats happening right now. I felt my blood started to boil as anger was eating my inside.
"You know what? Fuck you both. I hate you and i wish nothing but bad and death for you both." I said clamly turning on my heels heading to my bedroom
We went up stairs as we started packing our stuff.
Hours later, and im done packing my stuff. I heard a knock at my door.
"sam?" I asked since i was not in the mood of facing anybody else than him.
"Yes, could i?" He said "yeah sure" as he came in.
"So..." he said rubbing the back of his neck.
"You're done packing?" i asked him.
Before our grandma dies, she gave Sam the keys of her house. She knew that one day we will be coming back running from this hell and living back there again.
"Yes, i was about to ask you. Im so tired- ughh.." he yawned as he stretched his back.
I was happy that im going finally away. He told me to be ready in thirty minutes. So i decided to take a shower. I picked the outfit and went to the bathroom. As i stepped to the bathtub, i turned the water. The hot water is so feels so relaxing on my back.
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I showered and dressed a nike grey sweatshirt, beige sweatpants and white running shoes. I decided to straighten my hair and go for a basic hair bun. Sam entered my room checking if i was done. He is wearing an adidas black hoodie, green khaki pants and a white shoes.
"You done?" He asked me "Yup"
"You look a hot, ass" i said sarcastically at him as he chuckled and helped me bringing my stuff down.
And finally, here's an obvious reason to run out...
Sam is my life's spinal cord. He is the only important person in my life and the only person i could depend on and trust. He had me and i had him. His bestfriend Alex is a mutual friend of us and my only one as well.
The drive was so long. We played a playlist of mine having all my favourite songs; had dinner, some drinks and snacks as well. We talked and ended up i sleeping.
Im all in a dark foreign place. Out of nowhere, random people start appearing. I was suddenly at a crowded street. Everybody was moving except me and a well-sized figure. It was a figure of a tall and wide-shouldered guy having his back facing me and far about five meters from me.
He turned back walking towards me. The guy looked hot and handsome but his gaze was scary. He held his hand leaning down for me "sono Marco Rossi... " [translation: I am Marco Rossi]
My eyes snapped open as my gaze met with the car's ceiling. I felt my heart beats bumping so hard through my chest. The name is still getting repeated in my mind.
Marco Rossi...
Sono Marco Rossi...
A/N: its a really good start. Im proud of my self writing a sort-of big chapter and i hope you enjoyed it as well. I have so much ideas in my mind so expect shocking incidents in the future ;).
Plus guys, i dont know when am i going to post the second update. Im having some exams so i'll come back asap...
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Emelia
RomanceShe was raised by her grandma. And her parents didnt care about her neither her older brother Sam. When her brother finds up that their dad is abusing her he decided to move with her far away from this hell. They thought that it was finally their ha...
