Rosalie Rossi (18) is the daughter of the famous Marcus Rossi, the don of the Italian mafia, the second most powerful mafia in the world.
She grew up thinking he would always protect her and she knew she could always trust him. But that trust is l...
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=trigger warning= rape, alcoholism, abuse.
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He throws his glass at the wall, and the shards fly everywhere.
"This is all your fault" he screams, pushing me to the floor. "You stupid little slut"
Tears are streaming down my face and it doesn't matter how many times I wipe them, they're still there.
"I'm sorry" I say, sobbing "I didn't mean to do anything" I don't know what I've done but there's no point in ask because he not going to stop. No matter what I do.
"Maybe if you just listened to me, I wouldn't have to do this" he says unbuckling his belt.
He's drunk. He's always drunk.
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I startle awake at the memory that has resurfaced. Again. It's cold in my room but somehow I'm sweating.
I turn over and look at the time. 3:30AM. Groaning, I stand and walk to the door, unlock it and walk to the kitchen.
It's pitch black in the kitchen. I walk to the fridge and pull it open. I grab a water bottle and sit on one of the bar stools at the island.
"Rosalie" I hear from behind me. I jump off the bar stool and grab one of the knives from the counter. "Wow. Wow. Wow." The light is turned on "it's just me" Lorenzo says.
He steps forward carefully and pulls the knife out of my grasp, placing it on the counter.
"Hey, what happened" he says, his hand comes up to my face and his thumb brushes tears away from under my eye. I don't know when I started crying but now that the tears have started, they're not going to stop.
I wrap my arms tightly around him. He stiffens, every muscle in his body taught.
The side of me face is pressed into his chest and I can feel his heart beating, it's so fast. And I cry. I can't remember the last time someone saw me cry.
After a few seconds I feel his arms gently slide around my waist.
We sand like that for... I don't even know how long. His hand lightly rubs circles on my back and my eyes start to get heavier and heavier. And the next thing I know sleep consumes me.
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My beds warm, warmer than usual and it's never usually this comfortable either. My bed is also moving. Steadily, up and down, up and down. My bed doesn't usually move.
I shoot up, grab the gun in the bedside table drawer and point it at whoever is lying in my bed.
I make eye contact with the person. Person, more like husband.
"You have to be fucking joking me" I say, pissed, lowering my gun.
"Where the hell did you get a gun?" He says raising up on his elbows.
"Why are you in here?" I ask avoiding his question.
"You basically begged me to come to bed with you" i what?
"What?" I ask, my eyes wide.
"Oh don't worry" he chuckles and stands from the bed "we didn't fuck if that's what you're thinking"
"Why the hell would I think that" I say offended.
"Well with the way your eyes went wide tells a completely different story," He says as he reaches the door "wife" he closes the door behind him.
I stare at the door.
Small snippets of last night come back to me as I make my way to the shower, the kitchen, the knife, asking him to stay with me...
The dream.
And I didn't beg him to stay with me. I asked him once, he probably thinks because I said please that i was begging. Oh how he would love to see me beg.
I stand under the water. It's hot as it pours through my hair and down my back. I grab the sponge and pour shower gel onto it. Vanilla.
I love everything that smells like vanilla, I think i like it because that's what my mom used to smell like. She always had vanilla perfume on. She always smelled like vanilla, like home.
God I miss her. It's only been six years but it feels like a lifetime ago since I've saw her smile.
I scrub my body, trying to wash the memory of last night off of my skin, like I'm covered in dirt that won't go away.
But it won't go away, no matter what I do it won't go away. Tears flow don't my cheeks as my back hit the wall behind me.
I want to scream and that's exactly what I do. I scream, as loud as I possibly can. It's echoes through the bathroom and I'm pretty sure you could hear it from mars.
"Rosalie" I hear a crash outside the bathroom door and then the bathroom door flies open. It hits the wall with a bang as the shower curtain is swung open.
I hug my knees tight to my chest as he turns the shower off. "Hey" Lorenzo says "what happened, what's wrong?" He asked kneeling in front of me. He lifts my face so I'm looking at him and brushes the wet hair away from my face.
"N-nothing" I stutter. I take a deep breath "I'm fine. Could you... um- get me a towel?" I ask.
He stares at me for a second before he nods. He grabs a towel and hands it to me before he exits the bathroom.
Slowly I stand, i look in the mirror opposite the shower. My shoulders sag as I look at my body in the mirror. I have a large scar on my lower stomach. Small round scars are scattered across my chest, the inside of my thighs. I turn, my back. They're everywhere.
I take a deep breath and wrap the towel tightly around myself. I walk into my room and see Lorenzo sitting on the bed staring at his feet.
"Adeline is on her way" he says, still looking at his feet "she said shes going to hold you hostage and that I'm not allowed in the living room or the kitchen. She also said you knew what she meant."
I smile to myself as I remember what she said before the wedding.
"your going to do fine and once this is over I'm going to hold you hostage in your own home and watch movies with you. If that's ok with you of course."
Lorenzo stands and walks towards the door but before he leaves he says "I'll be in my office if you need me" he pauses "and I'll get someone to fix your door" he motions to the broken door.
"Ok" I say as I look down at the door. There's a hole in the middle and a big crack down the side.
Lorenzo walks to his office and I hear the door shut behind him.
"Jesus Christ" I say staring at the door.
What the hell has my life become. A few weeks ago my life was some what normal but now my world has been flipped upside down.
First, I get told I'm leaving my home and that I'm getting married, then that masquerade ball and the wedding being moved up, the wedding, Victor.
My whole life has gone to shit and I can't do anything about it. I just want to go home.
