You know that feeling you get when a thunder storm finally ends and everything goes back to normal and you can be happier now the weather has improved.
Yeah well thats not the case for the Bianchi family their 'storm' or Octavia was the light of the...
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O C T A V I A
I guess my biggest fear set in, as i was sat in the hospital bed playing with my fingers i was nervous. I never wanted them to find out about my childhood.
My family sat around me as i sighed debating on how i would start this, I would only tell them what they needed to know. Which meant i was missing out a huge chunk of how i got to where i am today.
"Just promise me you wont hate me when I've finished telling you this" i said, refusing to look at any of them
I started from the beginning explaining what they already knew. We all know i got kidnapped at aged 3 yet no one knows who took me. My brain refuses to resurface that information.
With my eidetic memory i was able to retell every single detail, from the metal chains i woke up in all the way to the first time William spoke to me. Every word he spoke, engraved permanent into my brain.
I stopped my breathing becoming shaky, this was the first time i had ever told someone the whole story. My friends only know bits and pieces of what i endured for the first part of my life.
My family had yet to say anything, watching as i calmed my self down so i could finishing retelling my childhood.
Explaining how it started was harder than i thought, the memories i tried so hard to repress had come back up and i hated every moment. All the abuse, punches, kicks, screams and begs for help were replaying as i carried on.
And that was only the first couple of years.
I stopped to allow them to process the information, i could feel the tears starting to prick in my eyes but i didn't let them go.
"Is that all or is there more?" Dante asked warily
I chucked drily before responding
"Oh brother that was the first 2 years of my life with him" I answered
Nothing about this was funny. For the first 2 years of my life with William i was trapped inside a cell that was small, cramped. All alone for two years, being tortured until i was let out.
I was 5 or 6 when he let me upstairs and out of the basement he kept me. He used me as a trophy, i was being shown off and told what to do.
The look on his face the first time he hit me was something i will never forget, his face never shown an ounce of remorse, he was spiteful and hated me from the minute i got taken.
"It's okay princess you don't have to carry on" whispered Nicolo as he stroked my hair in a comforting way, he had moved to sit by me
"I do its time you know what happened anyway" i replied breaking down
Now was the hardest part, I had lived upstairs with William for a few years with him hitting me and more everyday. That was until i turned 9, that's when he took the only thing i had left.
