I hum, "so you have brothers right?" He asks.
I hum again
"I'm on speaker around them right?"
"Yes"
"Good. Everyone, I need you all be nice to my little Thena and treat her well. If you don't I'll hunt you down and kill you without a doubt" he announces in his mafia voice.
I see some gulp and try to keep the small smirk off of my face.
"Okay, Ares I think they get it. Now I have to go but I'll call you back I promise" I say.
"Okay, you better do, otherwise I'll come to you." He says but I can practically feel him smiling.
"I will, promise" I tell him
"Okay, I love you Thena, I'll see you soon"
I smile, "I love you Res, bye" is the last thing I say before I put out the phone call.
I place the phone back in my pocket before I look back up again, the small smile still permanent on my face.
"Who was that?" Valerio asks.
"Ares" I say casually
"And who's this Ares" Alec now asks.
"My friend" I answer his question.
"How close are you and this friend?" Ian asks.
"Very close I guess, share everything with each other" I say.
"You're sure you're not dating?" Valentino asks.
"Yes" I say.
"How old is this apparent Ares?" Angelo asks.
"Seriously?!"
"Yes"
"He's 19, now enough. This is ridiculous" I answer his question before I force some food in my mouth so I don't have to keep talking and answering their stupid questions.
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When dinner's over, I make my way back to my room where I take a quick shower before getting dressed in my sweatpants once more.
I braid my hair to the side to let my hair dry a little wavy.
I clean everything up when I catch a glance of my neck in the mirror.
Around my neck is the handprint visibly bruised.
Blue and yellow in the shape of a hand- John's hand.
I take a deep breath and turn away, then leave the bathroom.
The second I walk in my room, I'm greeted with Atlas sitting on my bed.
I grab my heart from scare since I wasn't expecting it to see him there.
I pull the collar of my hoodie higher since I know he'd see the bruise if I didn't.
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My secret lives
Teen FictionAthena Rossi; a drug addict, a mafia queen, a lost family member, an abused girl, a shy girl, ... There are a thousand names to describe her but one thing is for sure, she's fucked up in the head. I'm that girl and here is my story.....