Bellisima Princessa

Part 16

Ariyah's POV: 

It had now been about a month since we had sex. Mariano and I have been growing ever closer, and our relationship had begun to flourish. The day after we had sex, my period came. I was so upset, because my period pains were absolutely horrible. It felt like someone stabbed a knife into my stomach, then twisted the knife and dragged it down. It felt like the reality of 'the killer is escaping,' just this time, it was in my ovaries.

I started puberty when I was eleven. I've been dealing with men touching, speaking offensively, and sometimes, abusing me. Women were no better, sadly. They were usually the first ones to preach that women have their rights and should be able to do whatever they want, but they were also the first ones to talk about me and my life as if I was nothing but a whore. They would say I had kids or that I had sex at a young age. They would talk about me and degrade me often. They would tell their boyfriends not to hang around me, because I was such a "slut." 

The reality was, while they were talking, I was working. While they were scrolling, I was reading. While they were working at McDonalds, I had graduated high school at the ripe age of 16. I had gotten a patent, and was working towards building my brand from the ground up. I graduated with my virginity and dignity in tact, and I will never regret not impressing those bum bitches. At least I don't have to repeat that the ice cream machine is broken to customers over and over. Mariano has his own ice cream machine, right here in this giant ass house.

Climbing out of Mariano's bed, I snapped out of my inner thoughts. I slept in Mariano's bed because it almost felt like he was here. After doing my morning routine, I decided to go get some chocolate ice cream. As I was walking downstairs, I felt my phone ping. New phone, who dis? 

The old question rang in my head as I realized that I hadn't transferred all the numbers in my new phone. Mariano saw that I still had the iPhone 7, so he forced me to let him buy me a new one. He wanted me to keep in contact with him, especially because I started going back to college now that he wasn't around to fill up my time. Mariano has been gone for about three weeks on a business trip. The phone sex just wasn't the same. I would never forget the feeling of his big di-

My new phone kept repeatedly pinging, interrupting my inner dialogue. Finally, I looked at the text messages. I felt my ass stop jiggling as I came to a stop from walking down the stairs. 

From: Unknown- Scam Likely

(11:18 am) Do you like your new phone? I could have given you better. 

(11:18 am) You look beautiful this morning, Princessa. That is what he calls you, no?

(11:19 am) He doesn't deserve a girl like you. I do. You know that.

(11:20 am) You must come back to me.

(11:20 am) Even if I have to drag you here by your throat.

(11:20 am) Soon, Yah.

My titties dropped to the bottom of my toes. Not again. I wanted to tell Mariano, but I didn't want to worry him. This was my first real relationship. What if he didn't want me anymore? What if he thought I really was a slut? Deciding to call him anyway, I tapped the contact: 

Daddy 🦵🏽😩🤤🥵😈🍆😩🦵🏽

Immediately, it was forwarded to voicemail. He declined it. He didn't want me anymore. He didn't love me. He knew I wasn't worth it. All of my self-doubt crept in, and I sat down on the floor as I contemplated what I was going to do with my life. Where would I go from here? 

As I began to spiral into self-doubt and hate, a hand was placed on my shoulder. High off of emotions, I jumped and smacked whoever it was in the face. After I got a good look at the person, I realized that it was actually one of Mariano's security men. I didn't know much about his job, but I did know that he owned a lot of businesses, and his family was very prominent. Therefore, they needed security to back up their status.