When V moves away from Italy with her baby boy Angelo she lives a life full of drama, pain, heartbreak but also insanely good times. V wanted to get away from her life in Italy. Promising herself she'll do anything to keep her little angel safe. One...
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I spent the whole day sitting around playing and watching movies with Angelo.
I called Grey earlier today to ask if I could bring Angelo with me.
He agreed of course but also told me that there parents are having a ball.
To say I was shook was an understatement.
Right now I am stood in my closet skimming through my dresses.
I have nothing to wear.
I sit on the floor with all the mess I've made. There's clothes and shoes all over my closet floor.
I groan falling back onto the floor looking at the ceiling.
"Violet how lo- Jesus what the fuck happened in here" Mia's voice calls out.
I tip my head backwards looking towards the door we're Mia's stood.
"I have nothing to wear" I groan waving my hands around the room.
"ELLIE! GET YOUR ASS INTO V's CLOSET!" Mia screams.
I hear loud footsteps moving fast throughout the apartment.
A couple seconds later she appears at the door, her hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath. She puts one finger up to us indicating that she needs a minute.
"What. What is it?" El asks still catching her breath.
"I have nothing to wear and I have 2 hours till Grey picks me up" I sit up looking at her.
Her eyes light up as she walks into my closet. She goes through all the dresses.
She's goes on for a few minutes before she pulls a beautiful dress and heals in front of her. "Tadaaaa" she smiles.
"No go try it on" she shoos me into my bathroom.
I put on the beautiful dark green floor length dress, that has a high slit on the side that goes up high on my thigh.
It dips low at the front showing off the breasts and is right around the waist. It has an open back showing off my tattoo that goes down my spine.
One thing it doesn't cover is the big scar at the top of my back that says whore in big letters.
Looking at the word carved into my back the memories flood back.
Flashback:
I scream in pain as he drags the knife down my back. "PLEASE STOP!" I move under him.
"Stop moving! You deserve this! Your a worthless whore" he spits in my face.
I feel the blood drip down my back as he carves out my skin.
I scream and shout in pain. Thrashing in his hold.
I feel my vision start to blur as I loose more blood.
