"You are Aria Russo?" The teacher asked again.
I nodded my head again.
"You and Marcos are brothers?"
Marcos looked at the teacher ready to kill. He looked back at me.
"What kind of sick game are you playing" he whispered darkly.
"I'm not playing anything she asked for my name and I gave it to her." I responded.
Marcos grabbed my wrists tightly and pulled me outside. The teacher didn't even dare to stop him.
His eyes looked dangerous. However I was worried about something completely different. My new cuts were burning under his deathly grip.
I'm sure it was bleeding now.
"Owww,Owww" I whimpered quietly as possible.
He wasn't paying attention. He brought me to what looked like the Janitor closet and shut the door.
"Listen-" he looked into my green eyes.
His eyes were emotionless and cold. However I was in deep pain it hurts like a bitch.
"P-please let my hand go it really hurts" I begged him.
I couldn't take the pain. I started crying.
"Ouchouch"
"P-please" I whispered one last time. He lets go of my hand.
In a second, he pulled my jacket sleeves up and I struggled to move his hands away. However, he was way faster and stronger than I was.
He looked at the work I did and I looked at my hand as well. It was cut pretty deep the blood was rushing out of my skin.
"Shit, we are going to the hospital." He cursed. I shook my head as my tears continued.
"N-no please I don't want" he looked at me murderously.
"Fuck, listen I'm taking you to the hospital." His voice was firm and dangerous.
I just kept quiet after that. I was starting to feel light-headed.
Too much blood lost.
I don't think I can walk. It's like he knew that so he immediately carried me in bridal style.
I got comfortable in his defined chest and slept out of exhaustion.
—
"What's the patients full name?"
"I don't know" a deep Italian voice said.
I felt myself lying in a comfortable bed. I opened my eyes to see Marcos and the nurse talking to each other.
"M-my name is A-aria Russo" i said.
Both heads immediately turned to my direction.
The green eyed boy was staring at me and for the first time I see his eyes filled with emotions concern, sadness, anger and regret?
"You did this to yourself?" The nurse asked softly.
I looked away and nodded my head.
A loud noise resounded my ears. I looked to the source of sound. Marcos just punched the wall and there's a hole.
He was taking in quick breaths in and out trying to control himself.
Was he worried about me?
No way. No one cares about me.
Oh maybe it's the last name.
"I'm s-sorry but my name is really Aria Russo you can check my passport i know you don't believe me" I told him.
YOU ARE READING
The Don's little sister
Teen FictionAria has always lived a difficult life for as long as she could remember. As a little kid she was used to being treated as a slave while her mom and dad enjoyed their time treating her eldest sister like a princess. She felt lonely in a house filled...
