"𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞."
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Alyssa, Alessandro and Alessio Smith have gone through hell.
They've been fighting to survive from the moment they'd first opened their eyes. Six...
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THE REST OF the day passes by more peacefully and much less painfully. The pills had taken about twenty minutes to work, but they'd made the pain disappear entirely, which I'm more than grateful for. About two hours ago, I'd taken the second one when I'd felt its effects slowly beginning to wear off, which leaves me with none for the rest of the day. And the night.
From past experiences, once this kind of pain sets in, it lasts about twenty four hours. However, I've found out that it were the usual daily beatings that had made the pain bearable before. They were some sort of 'pain relief' because the new injuries tended to overpower the one in my stomach. Hence, with a lack of such 'pain relief' here - as crude and horrid as it may sound to regard beatings as such - I'm not sure just how long it will last this time around. But I hope it's like usually and it dissolves by itself until tomorrow.
"Ally?" My head snaps up.
"Hm?" I hum in response, raising my brows questioningly.
"Dinner." My eyebrows drop as my face falls.
Right, dinner.
"Ok," I whisper, getting off the bed, failing to hide the difficulty I have doing so as San and Ale eye me carefully. But although their feet look to be itching to come over and help me, they hold back as I'm already on my feet and dragging my body into their direction. Exiting the room together, we soon fall into step beside another as we stroll through the hallway.
"You feeling better?"
I look toward San, opening my mouth to give a reply but he beats me to it, quickly adding, "Don't even think about lying." It's a command, an order, but it's spoken so softly, so... desperately, that it barely registers as such.
And successfully taking its effect inside of me, the words that had crawled onto my tongue moments prior - lies with the intent to reassure - dissipate as new ones form. "My stomach doesn't hurt anymore," I mumble truthfully as I redirect my gaze onto the floor in front of us.
"And, are you ok?" Ale inquires gently from my other side.
I inhale deeply, swallowing down the lump that is starting to grow in my throat. "Mhm." It's supposed to come out as a positive response - a hummed 'yes' - but instead, it escapes sounding like an unsure 'no'.
Thereupon, San grabs my wrist carefully, forcing us both to a stop. He turns me around so that I'm facing him before he cups my face and angles it up so that he can look directly into my eyes. "You need to tell us when you don't feel good, ok?"
