"Se mi vuoi davvero, allora prendimi. Abbatti gli uomini di mio padre e portami in Spagna per essere tua moglie." (If you really want me, then take me. Take down my father's men and take me to Spain to be your wife.)
His eyes flare, and his hands cl...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀
I've always hated the voice in my head. It makes me want to cry on my bed until all my tears run out. Claw my face until all I feel is the pain and not hear their stupid voices. It makes me want to hide away in my safe place, hide away from my friends, family, people, the world. It makes me scared for the future, the end. But sometimes the end is my hope.
My release
There's a question that flows in my brain after my tears dry and for a few minutes, maybe even hours, im just a body, dumped in the comforters I sleep in, thinking nothing but the negatives in my life and body because one of the things that hurts the most about yourself, is that you are your own worst enemy, bully.
Until, I realize, I'm not just gonna disappear out of nowhere like I want, My body isn't just going to rot within the few minutes I've been there, I have to get up, and I don't mean that in a sense to not give up on life, but that I have to get up because I am forced to.
My thoughtstravel to the past, the memories from last year, they keep coming. Like never ending waves, waiting to swallow you whole.
I wish I could just forget
...
My thoughts are cut off by the knocking on my door.
"Ms. Valerio, dinner is ready" One of the maids that work here tell me.
The staff here isn't too bad...when their not spreading legs for the Valerio men or just all made men in general.
It's annoying really
I stand up and head my way to the door, opening it to show me a hallway leading down to the staircase in the middle of the house.
After what felt like forever I finally made it down to the dining room.
I love my family but this place doesn't feel like home more like a prison.
When I enter the room I see my family discussing among themselves like everyday.
The men talk with men and the women talk with women.
The Valerio women were always kept out of discussions like these, when it's about the same thing every time, 'business'.
A maid moves my chair so I can sit down. I'm seated almost at the end of the table, close to my mamma who is at one end while my father is at the head of the table.
I'm seated between my older sister, Ava and my twin brother, Ezekiel.
Follow by my other brother, Emerson, he is the oldest among us, well now he is.
