Previously known as 'On Her Knees'.
Valentina was supposed to be another stripper and Lorenzo the same cold-hearted don who couldn't feel.
What happens when Bad meets Evil...
.. and Damaged meets broken
Worlds collide.
Lust and feelings get in the w...
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My face whipped to the side. The back of his hand met my cheek, the familiar burn spreading against my warm skin contrasting with the coldness of their hand.
I held my stinging cheek in my wobbling hand, he's mad. Once again.
Tears threatened to drop but I wouldn't let them see me cry.
"You bitch get up!" He shouted blinded by rage, pulling me out of the trance I became so lost in. I hurriedly stumbled up off the floor, skimming my already wounded knees making me wince in discomfort.
My father came towards me and clutched my curly brown hair in a bruising grip, his other hand occupied by a half-empty beer bottle. The only sounds to be heard in the dim-lit room was her amused giggling in the background and my cries.
"Let go, your hurting me!" I finally grit out, trying to remove his tight grip. But it only made him laugh, seeing me in pain was my father's twisted amusement.
My mother stayed seated on the ripped couch, as she watched the scene play out. Sometimes she'd join my father however most of the time she would pass out before it came to her turn.
I looked in her direction, begging her with my weeping eyes to stop this torture. To stop him. But she never did.
He cackled in my face, "Look how fucking pathetic you are, staring at your mother like she's going to help you," my cries went silent as their joined laughter overtook the room.
An empty tear fell down the side of my face after hearing the truth behind my fathers words. She wouldn't help me, and he wouldn't stop.
They cared too much about their booze and what they would be snorting later that night than to give a damn about their family.
My mum, or Mary stared straight into my eyes before letting out, "Why don't you help me and get the fuck out my face so I and your father can have a joint hm?" She aggressively spits. I keep telling myself that it was her way of helping me.
His grasp left my head and I instantly sighed in relief.
I didn't give it a second thought before stumbling off the floor and running into my bedroom. I Slouched against the broken door, trying to calm myself down as I anxiously bit on my nails, trying to focus on the beat of my racing heart.
I can't live like this anymore, I can't let them control me. Let them continue to break me.
I don't think I can take another beating. Physically or mentally.
So I sneaked out. Until I made it to a familiar abandoned looking apartment.
Not that they'd notice I was missing, not until they're high wore off.
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