Their Little Princess

I'll help her no matter what

Axel POV

I lay with my princess as she sleeps peacfully in my arms, little snors exscaping her as I massage her temples. She looks adorable cuddled up into me tightly gripping my shirt as if she fear I'll leave her. When I first came in here I had no intention of even walking all the way in, but when I saw her up and shaking on the bed I couldn't help but walk over to her. She was shaking so much and so hard as I got closer and I broke my heart how scared she is of us. When we first saw her at the police station she refused to even look up at us, I wonder what made her so scared. When she was younger she had to the cutest baby doe eyes filled with nothing but love. Over the years I've found myself missing them, and constantly seeing them in my dreams.

Now we finally have her back, but they're filled with nothing but fear and pain. She looks at us like we're killers who will have no mercy on her if she looks at us wrong. To any other person yes we are, we're cold hard killers but to her we're softies, all of us. We all love her so much, we would die a million times over just to protect her and she doesn't even know. I can't get the feeling out of my gut from when she woke up hyperventalting earlier. The way she paniced as if we were monsters waiting to get her. The way she tried to lie about it after she'd calm down. She doesn't realize that we won't judge or hurt her, we won't ever do anything to make her uncomfortable yet she felt the need to apologize for something that was never her fault.

So when I walked in her room today find her shaking and scared I knew I had to do somthing. I need to help her understand that we love her, that we would never do anything to hurt her no matter what. I don't know what she needs or what she's scared of, but the fact that she's laying in my arms now is progress. I don't care how long it takes or how much it scares me, I will show her how much we all love her.

As she lays in my arms I can't help but wonder if she gets these migrains often, and if she did who held her through them? The way she was crying and holding her head almost makes me think this has happened before. She wasn't panicing but she was calm almost just in pain. She looked shocked when I first started rubbing her temples, as if thats the last thing she exspected. Like she expected me to sit and watch her in pain. It hurts knowing no one ever cared for her, I know those sick sons of bitches didn't so now it's up to us to show her what love looks like.

I lay there lost in my thoughts until I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, not wanting to wake her I lift my hips allowing me easier movments of my arms and then slowly take out my phone. Gently I start softly rubbing her back as I look at the messge from dad.

'I know you're upstairs with Ari so if she's awake help her get dressed and come down we're going out for dinner today, we want to suprise her so don't say anything.'

Reading it I sigh nervouse to think of how she might reacte to a crowed place such as a resturant, plus the press will probable be there trying to get photos of us and now Ari. We hardly ever have people with us besides family so if an unknown little girl is with us they are gonna be all over it. We can't have that, we have to many enemys for that and we don't want her tangled in anything related to the mafia

Looking down at my little sister back in my arms I sigh seeing the heavy bags under her eyes. Deciding thats she's to tired for a restaurant right now I quickly text dad back telling him she's asleep and I don't think I would be a good idea to wake her up right now. Considering how much she's been through in the past 24 hours. After sending the message I turn off my phone not waiting for a response. I wrap my arms around her small body as I wonder if it was really just the past 24 hours. I mean her feet were coal black with bruises and cuts covering them. She said she didn't even have a pair of shoes. I didn't miss the way her voice was cold after Ryan stopped prodding her feet. The way her eyes looked emotionless but filled with pain and saddness and everything inbetween at the same time.

It makes me wonder if that's her reaction to pain, if she's been in enogh pain to where now it doesn't even afect her and she can just take it without making a sound. I wonder if she no longer feels the pain and she's built up a tolorance to it. If she was allowed to express her feelings with her kidnappers. While I know that's highly unlikely I want to know if she had a somewhat decent childhood. I know she didn't I know in reality she was probaly neglected and abused by them, I know that more than likely they questioned her for imformation she didn't have and then beat her when she didn't give them anything.

I know that they probably messed with her mind and told countless lies about herself the world, them, everything. I know all these things yet I can't bring myself to believe them, I can't alllow myself to imgaine the horrible things they did to her over and over and over again. I need to help her we all need to help her but I don't know how. I don't know what to do or say or act, all I know is that I will help her no matter what it takes.

Thank you so much for reading this chapter of Their Little Princess, it's been a pleasure writing it for all of you. Well that's all I really got for yall but please please pleaseeeee vote and comment on it, I know some people don't have acconts but for those who do please comment or like it would help me out a lot thank you. *smiley face*

Question of the day: What are some scenes you want to see in this story??

My answer I don't really know for right now I'm just trying to introduce the charaters and their personalities and just kinda go with what feels right for the storyline, but I would love to hear what yall want to see in this so I have some ideas to build on.