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(Warning) Mentions of rape and violence.
Silence, that's why you're supposed to hear when you're sleeping but in this case, it was false. Every fucking time I sleep something happens I just didn't know this time it would hurt me forever. I woke up slowly lifting my eyesight to look at the clock which read two in the morning. Holding my red handle knife I walked down the stairs of the living room.
I could hear yelling, screaming, the closer I went to the living room the closer I got the more desperate. Yet the saddest thing was I knew what those sounds were like I knew what they were doing and I knew whose voice that was, Andrea.
My slippers softly hit the floor not making any noise only to be unsure of what exactly I was looking at. Three men gathered upon the kitchen one holding onto Andrea as the other one tried to touch her. Pulling her hair back to kiss her neck her tears fell onto the floor.
My blood ran cold as I pulled my gun from the socks I had on and shit the one holding onto her. One had made there way too me with a smirk but the second she was free I told her to run. The one on the floor turned to me and at that very moment I had finally realized what I was wearing Marco's shirt and underwear.
"Fucking American," one of them as walked to me looking at me up and down with a smirk. I had never been scared, not even now, I was only worried if something happened Marco may never want me.
I ran to the side of the living room taking all the knives from the cupboard from the area Marco had build in case of emergencies.
"Marco hurry!" I heard from upstairs as the man had cut my back with a piece of glass, the cut was now going down from my back to the curve or my ass, really fucking long as I yelled out in pain and drop to the floor. "Fuck you," I yelled out.
"We're going to have fun with this one huh boys." They laughed, my eyes healed no expression or emotion, nothing.
Hurry Enzo what's taken so long baby.
Gunshots had went off from the top of the house. There was one more man upstairs with Andrea, no.
"Ahh." The Russian accent thick as the air as they drop me to the floor, my back bleeding through Enzo's black shirt and down the back of My legs.
In that moment I froze, I had nothing and the long cut on my back was not helping. They had made cut all over my body as they laughed. Yet only when Milo ran down the stairs did I feel something again. I laid on the cold hard bloodied floor, naked and cut everything hurt. My legs felt weak as they laughed at me. The blonde of the group was the worst he cut me deeply as the rest touched my body. One push inside as I cried but looked away. I felt weak.
"This one tight." He moaned, this only made me cry harder.
"No!" In a second all man were off me, one held by Enzo as he killed him with a fire to the face, one with Andrea as she carved perv and rapist everywhere. Yet Milo had took his shirt off and pulled me in between his legs letting the shirt cover my shaking badly.
This is when I cried, for the first time in my life, I let it all out.
"You safe now Ava, I got you baby sis" I was not safe. I never was but to hear the word I had never heard from Luca made me cry even more. Emilio cared, he called me his sister even if I was older I was his friend his baby sister like Andrea.
For years I waited for Luca to notice the hurt everyone had caused me, to know mom had burned me as a kid or that I had lost the love of my life but nothing ever worked because no one cared. We used to be close but over the last six years he barely spoke to me but now I had a real family. Marco, Emilio and Andrea.
"Thank you, Avalon, you saved her even if it hurt you. You protected her"
"I- I'm sorry" I cried hot tears down my face. "I should have killed them."
"It's okay you don't have to always be strong, princess " he hugged me tightly. I just wanted Enzo.
I pulled away from his hug, he can't touch me I'm disgusting. Broken.
My legs hurt but I open the back door and just ran. I ran till I was close to the pool. I could hear them yelling for me.
"Baby, I'm right here." I turned around and ran into his arms, I needed him. This was a hurricane, every felt like a mess in my head till I understood he wouldn't want me but he had been through the same at the age of ten but I needed space.
"I'm sorry," I back away from him with tears on my cheeks.
"Avalon don't please" yelled Enzo as he tried to take my hand before I fell into the cold water.
I looked down at the water till I didn't see anything or anyone. The water burned the skin on my back.
"Avalon!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I shouted, trying to swim but I couldn't I did know how too.
"Help me," The water welcomes to my body I slowly sink to the bottom of the pool. Water filled my lungs and at this very moment, I had finally realized why they didn't want me to jump. I couldn't swim. It was a ten feet pool.
"Get her out!" Andrea's voice was the last thing I hear before I let myself into the cold darkness.
I was lost in Darkness finally.
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I'm truly so sorry for this, I hope no one has to ever understand this feeling. If anyone ever need someone to talk too I'm here.
