"We expect the worst, and hope for the best".
_Mirabella_
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Mirabella Viola Hendrix, or Mirabella Viola Abeli.. never had it easy, as long as she can remember, she was being mistreated by her 'parents', never had the...
I woke up feeling something wrapped around me, I looked up to see papà sleeping peacefully. I looked around the room to see my brothers in the same state, cuddling with each other.
I hardly saved myself out if papà's grip, and made my way towards my room.
I hopped into the shower, and let the warm water hit every corner of my body, making me relax in it's hold.
I got out and stared at myself in the mirror vanilla scented because of my shampoo and body wash.
My bruises are still there, but better, my scared seemed infected but better than before, my old ones are still the same of course, just not giving me mental pain as before, at first they looked like a reminder of how worthless I am, now they are a reminded that I'm a survivor.
My ribs look bad, I just hope they're not broken.
My face is still a bit bruised, but nothing that makeup can't do.
I dressed up in a green long sleeved fitted shirt blue wide Jeansand white nikes, even though it's not cold out there, since it's the beginning of June, it's getting hotter, but I'm still able to wear my comfy attire, and thank god, cuz I'm still bruised and can't wear short sleeves.
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I made my way downstairs after covering my bruises with my new concealer.
Entering the kitchen, as usual nana isn't here in the mornings so we have to make breakfast ourselves, I didn't have dinner yesterday so I'm quite hungry.
Luca was making pancakes.
"Good morninnn__", I stopped in my tracks just as I felt an excruciating pain on my left chest, I clutched my heart and i fell onto the floor.
"BELLA, hey, hey, are you okay?". Asked a very worried Luca beside me.
"It... it hurts", I cried clutching my chest.
"Where, where does it hurt baby, tell me, PAPÀ COME HERE, okay breath with me, in and out".
I breathed with him as I heard thundering sounds, and soon everyone was in front of us asking questions, and bare chested might I add.
"SHUT UP", yelled papà making me flinch.
My chest doesn't hurt as bad as before, so I tried to get up before Luca spoke.
"Bella, are you okay?, is it still hurting you?",
I shook my head as my dad asked what happened.
"Nothing, just a bad side cramp, probably from yesterday's uncomfortable sleep", I lied, knowing that wasn't just a cramp.
But if I tell them they will make Luca check me and then he'll the bruises on me .
"That's was not a normal cramp baby, I'm a doctor let me check you".
