Aurora, a 20 year old woman, was always abused and neglected by her family because her mother died shortly after giving birth to her and her twin sister. Aurora's twin sister, Sophia was favoured by her father and most of her brothers.
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Aurora's POV
I was numb. Even though I was only 9 years old I had been through things that no parent would want their child to go through. Now you may think that most 9 year olds may be living their best lives but that wasn't the case for me. My twin sister hated me, my older brothers hated me, my dad hated me and I was told that I was the reason my mother was dead. Most of the days I would be ignored by my entire family and even if they do talk to me it would be something about my weight or my looks. I thought I was beautiful but I guess that wasn't the case for my family. I developed an Eating Disorder because my family would make mean comments about my body and they would make me skip meals. After a while I started looking like just bones and skin and it got to the point where I passed out. Since then they forced me to eat at least twice a day.
That shows that they care right? Why would they care about something that's worthless? Face it, they hate you! I didn't want to believe my inner voice, they're my family! Of course they care!
Despite all the hurtful words my family would tell me, I still had a little bit of hope that they would love me like they loved Sophia. The little hope that I had soon left on my 9th birthday after they celebrated the entire day....without me. This day was also my mother's death anniversary. It was the day that I stopped feeling anything, the day that I stopped smiling, not that I would smile much anyway.
"AURORA GET DOWN HERE NOW!" my dad yelled
I quickly came downstairs because I didn't want to get in trouble, but little did I know I already was. As soon as I step foot on the last step my face came in contact with a fist. It hurt a lot, but I needed to get used to this because it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. While trying to get up I was hit in the stomach and fell down again. My face was throbbing and I felt like throwing up. I tried my best not to make any sound because that would only make my father angrier, but I couldn't keep it in. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up off the ground to face him.
I felt a burning sensation on my right cheek, he hit me, the usual. That's going to leave a mark but the good thing is that no one cared enough to ask me why there was a hand print on my face almost everyday.
"Didn't I tell you not to make any noise!?" dad asked angrily.
I nodded my head in fear of what he would do next. He evened out the pain so I now had a headache, heated and burning cheeks and the need to throw up. The usual.
"ANSWER ME!", he yelled.
"Y-yes",I stuttered.
Soon after the others came into the room except Francesco, but instead of helping me, I saw Alessandro holding a belt with an evil smirk on his face.
"P-please don't h-hurt me, I'm begging you" I pleaded but that didn't work.
"SHUT UP! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I NEVER GOT TO MEET MY MOTHER!" Sophia yelled as Alessandro hit me with the belt. I was used to being hit with the belt but it was way worse today.
