Truth In My Lies

15| Slit Wrists

SA TW  ⚠️

Adalia POV

I sit on the dance studio floor and stare at myself in the mirror as my mind goes blank. It's been a week since my dad came home and my mom came a few days later. She's been acting weird and it freaks me out. I pay no attention to it because why waste my time trying to figure out the complicated woman?

I huff and look at myself,  my eyes going over my every feature. My eyes stop on my hair that started curling but some parts lasted longer than others so it gives of a damaged look even though it isn't. My eyes scan over my body that I currently love right now but my mind still points out my every flaw. My mind keeps reminding me that my legs are on the rather skinny side and I don't see that as an insecurity but my head wants to make that the opposite. I rip my gaze up from my thighs and I look at the beautiful blue I adore so passionately. The different shades of all blue mix together.

I look around the dim empty room that is exactly like the rest of my house. Empty.

My mother and father left to go do 'business' aka gang shit. Cue eye rolls due to their lies. Anyway Sophie went to go visit her father who is doing better than her last encounter but isn't doing as well as he could be. My parents said they would only be gone a few hours so I'm home alone until they come back.

I get up off the floor and slightly limp due to my leg being half asleep. I walk towards the door and enter the room with the control panels for the lights. I shut off the LED lights and shut the door as I start walking back to my room.

A rough hand slams over my mouth and I elbow the person in the ribs. Two hands wrap around my arms, securing them behind my back as I thrash to get lose.

The two paramedics grasp my arms and pull me away from the lifeless body that lays in the grass. My screams and cries fill the air as I thrash against the people holding me back. They lift his body off the ground and place him on a stretcher, immediately placing a oxygen mask over his face.

Despite my efforts, that only created a tighter hold. A masked man appears in front of me as I'm slammed to the ground. My chest hits the wood floor before I'm flipped over by two buff men. I'm restrained and the person stands clear in front of me. He crouches down and my breathing speeds up dramatically. He pulls the ski mask off his face and it's slightly familiar. I can't remember where and that only increases my fear.

"How you doing?" He smiles. That does nothing but make my terror sky rocket.

"I was doing fine until you and your assholes joined me on this fine evening. How you doing?" My sarcasm present in my words as I blow my hair out of my face.

"Oh I'm doing great, tesoro." He sits down on his knees in front my slightly bent legs. He smirks at me before snapping his fingers and one of the guys from my sid comes to secure my feet. I yank my arm and try to pull away only to be pulled back by the enlarged man behind me. As my feet get secured the unmasked man tsks.

"No, no tesoro. Trying to escape won't help you. Just relax." He tries to calm me but all concern is as fake as Carla when Asher's around. He crouches beside me and he places his hand on my knee. He slowly runs his fingers down my thigh, stopping right before my- oh my fuck.

"Scared?" He tilts his head and places his hand over my fabricated stomach. His large hand rests and I feel the heat from it but it only brings a cold feeling to my body.

"Don't be. I won't hurt you too much." The unmasked man smirks evily. He slips his under my shirt and rests it on my stomach. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pocket knife. My breathing accelerates as he nods toward his men. The guy behind my flips my hand so that the back of my hand is facing the guy.