*Warning: There is a small scene at the end that may not be appropriate for some readers. Please feel free to skip the scene if necessary*
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-CreativeAysha :)
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-Gabriella’s POV:-
“Nana?” tears stream down my face as I slowly trail my eyes up and down my nana shocked.
“My beautiful beautiful Ella” she responds back as she opens her arms for me.
Wiping my eyes furiously I rush into my nanas arms and hugging the life out of her, breaking down.
I-I miss-missed you s-o much n-nana! Th-they would-wouldn’t let me s-see you for so-so long nana!” I cry in her arms, stuttering as I hiccup alongside.
“I know Ella, come on let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk. Maybe I can make you your favourite honey tea? I have some carrot cake left that I’ve made?”
Nodding I pull back and allow her to lead me to the bathroom to clean up.
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“What happened? Why did they stop us from meeting? In fact where did you guys disappear to?” nanas asks softly as she places a piece of cake and tea in front of me.
Sighing I bite my lips before pulling my legs up on the chair but I’m stopped when nana taps my legs and raises a brow “forgotten already? Legs down”
Shaking my head smiling I put my legs down and take a deep breath.
“Th-they’ve were abusing me” I look up at nana and look her directly in the eyes.
“Hence they stopped contact. In fear of me exposing them”
“N-no! y-you’re lying!” nana gasps as she points a finger at me.
“Ever wondered why I wouldn’t let you dress me? How I wouldn’t let you bath me? Ever wondered why I used to cry to stay here with you instead of going home?”
I sit up and cross my arms.
“They told you it was because I was shy. They told you I had already had a shower before coming here. They told you it was because I loved you that’s why I wanted to stay here. They didn’t tell you it was because my body was bruised and scarred. They didn’t you that I was too scared to go home in fear of being hurt again. You were oblivious to it all. I was the one facing their wrath. Your daughter was the reason I am as fucked up as I am!” I respond. My voice raising at the end.
The signs were in front of her yet she still questioned me?
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