Laura Giovanna Scarlett Rossi/Black is a 17-year-old girl living a complicated life. Laura grew up being abused physically, mentally, and emotionally by her mother. This only got worse when her mother met Adam (stepfather).
Laura is not an innocent...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Baby you need to wake up." I hear someone whisper
The warmth of my bed has me holding onto it tighter and a sigh leaves my mouth. There's a soft chuckle and I open my eyes.
It takes a few blinks to understand what's going on. In my line of vision, off the bed, Jason is standing there.
"Jay what are you doing?" I ask but it comes out mumbled
He takes his hand and brushes back the hair on my forehead. "You need to take your medicine baby." He whispers
I nod my head and open my mouth. He puts the two pills on my tongue and hands me a bottle of water. I swallow the pills and immediately close my eyes again. I feel Jay kiss my forehead and whisper "Get some rest." I quickly fall back asleep as my eyelids become heavy.
________________
"Where have you been?!" Mom yells as I walk through the front door
"I was at the park" I tell her truthfully
She scoffs and gets off the couch with a knife in her hand.
"WHAT SO YOU COULD ACT LIKE A SLUT?" Sir yells from the kitchen
"N-no. I-I was just pl-playing there." I stutter out hanging my head
A set of hands pushes me down to the floor. I look up to see Mom and Sir standing above me. "She needs to be taught a lesson" Mom says with an evil smirk on her face
No no no please not another one
Sir takes off his belt and starts whipping me with it. I use my hands and forearms to try and block his hits but Mom holds my arms down. My legs are flailing, trying to hit anything that will make this stop.
"S-stop please" I cry but they don't listen
"You want to act like a slut?" Mom says picking back up the knife
"I wasn't" I tell her panicking
She scoffs slapping my face and straddles my legs, trapping them. Sir holds down my arms with a grip that will leave bruises.
Mom lifts up my shirt to reveal my abdomen and I frantically try to get out of their hold.
Suddenly the knife cuts through the skin of my stomach and I
I frantically open my eyes, clutching my stomach, and look around the room. I feel arms caging me in and start to panic. I tilt my head and see I'm laying on Luca. He's not awake thankfully.
I get out of his hold, now standing next to my bed. I place one of my pillows in his arms and Luca relaxes. I finally take deep breaths to calm myself down from the bad dream.
