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...
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"AAAHHHHHHH" Hannah screams as I stab her right hand
Her ankles are tied to the legs of a metal chair in the center of the blood spattered room. Her writs are tied to the arms of the chair, palms gripping the edges.
"That's not an answer." I deadpan, yanking the knife out of her wrinkly hand
Hannah's thin body is covered with track marks. Her eyes are bloodshot, surrounded by a mix of black and purple. Tears stream down her face. Light brown hair clings to her sweaty neck.
"Why did you take me away from the Rossi's?" I question again
An evil smile plays on her lips. "They needed to be taught a lesson." She laughs out
For spending time with me?
"You're fucking psycho." I scoff rolling my eyes
"I'M PSYCHO? YOU HAVE ME PRISONER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Hannah yells, using all her might to get out of the restraints.
"Oh did I forget to mention you're dead?" I tell her as I sit in a chair 3 feet in front of her.
Her disgusting face contorts into confusion. "As far as anyone knows, you overdosed 11 days ago." I tell her with a fake pout
"WHAT!?" She begins yelling again. "HELP! HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
I stand up slapping her face with my right hand. Her head whips to the side as blood drips down her check. I grab her jaw using one hand.
"Did you help me when I begged you to stop hitting me? NO. Did you help me when I begged you to stop cutting my skin and carving words into my body? NO. Did you help me when Adam chained me to the walls of the basement so his friends could beat me? NO." I explain with black eyes and a deadly tone
Hannah looks at me with hatred and fear in her eyes. I let go of her jaw, bruises already forming on her pale skin. "I NEVER LOVED YOU" She yells
Clearly.
"And no one is going to save you." I deadpan, standing to my full height.
I look down at the bitch. "How can anyone save you if they think your dead?" I question sarcastically
I let out a humorless laugh. "Who would want to save your boney ass? Your drug addict friends?"
