She was only 8 years old.
8 years old and she saw her mother get killed by a drive by. From that day poor Nova has been traumatized and has been to foster home to foster home. At the age of 12, Nova has anger and trust issues, never letting anyo...
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N O V A
⚠️⚠️(mentions of abuse and assault. Read with caution.)
3:30 am
And nothing.
I thought after a long day I would be a little tired, but no... a bitch is still awake.
When I got back to the mansion with Kya, I got an hour-long lecture from Christian. I only listen to half of what he was saying because I know I'm not going follow anything hey says.
At least I had an excuse to not eat dinner by saying I was stuffed from the cafe, but we all know that was a lie.
I went straight to my room after that and did my homework, which only took 15 minutes. I took a very long shower, pretty much sulking and numb. Thinking about everything that happened from the past 24 hours.
When I got out the shower, I notice one of my wounds were starting to ache. I never gotten my ribs checked which was where the wound is. I decided to ignore it and take care of it early in the morning.
Well right now I guess is a good time. Because it is early.... in the morning.
I got up, but I think too quickly since my ribs started throbbing pain. I open the door quietly looking both ways to see if the coast is clear. After that I head down to look for some pain killers and an ice pack because my knuckles are still a little sore from punching that mirror.
Lastime I checked there was some pills in the kitchen cupboard.
I head to the kitchen, which was completely dark. The only light was the from the moon shining from the windows.
I climbed up onto the counter to reach into the medicine cabinet looking for the pain killers. They were all the way in the back, so I had to reach further, which was stretching out my ribs and opening up my wounds even more.
I hissed in pain and clutched my side on instinct. I almost lose my balance but hold on to the counter for support.
I climb back down with the pain killers; I take two of them with a water bottle from the fridge. I don't know why but something in my gut is telling me something is wrong.
I look around to see if anything looks out of the ordinary even if it was completely dark and the only light was the moon. But thank José because I saw a silhouette about 10 feet away from me in the dark of a man. So many things were going through my head, one of them being does he have a weapon, how did he get in, and how my going to fucking kill the son of a bitch?
