Bound Together

Chapter 10

Nyla's pov
As my eyes open flashbacks of what happened before I passed out play like a video in my head. The look of horror on their faces are forever implanted in my mind. They know. This can't be happening. I hear the door handle turn and I sprint to the bathroom and slam the door shut making sure to turn the lock. 'No no no no no' I mutter to myself.
"Open the door nyla we need to talk." Noah demands. I've never heard him so angry and demanding before.
"No!" I shout. They don't know the horrid things I've been through and the things they made me do. They can't know I'm a murder and damaged goods. This can't be happening.
"Open the fucking door nyla or i swear to go i will kick it down." I hear Damien shout. I don't answer and I don't make a single move to get up from where I'm sitting. "You have ten fucking seconds Nyla." I know he isn't lying but I can't face them. They saw everything. The door comes crashing down and I back into the corner and place my head between my knees. How can they even stand to look at my face when it's covered in scars? I hear three sets of footsteps rush in. "We just want to talk princess, that's all we aren't going to hurt you. Do you remember when I promised that?"His tone is more soothing and calm now. I nod my head yes. "I'm not going to break that promise, you are safe Nyla i swear to you." he says. I want to believe him. I really really do but I can't.
"Come on love, let's go sit down on the bed so we can talk." Noah says, reaching out his hand. I barely look up trying to keep my face hidden, take his hand and he helps me up. I follow behind him as he leads me to the room. My hair hides my face perfectly. As we reach the bed i climb on to it and scoot all the way back to the head board.
"Look at us, princess." Damien says lifting my chin so that I can see them and they can see me. "Just because you have scars doesn't mean you are any less beautiful." He says and by the look in his eyes I know he's telling the truth. "But you need to tell us how you got them." That's the part I was dreading. I shake my head no. "please princess?" He asks.
"Okay." I can do this "It started when i was two years old, my mother had died giving birth to my little sister. My dad took out his pain on me. My sister looked more like my father but I was my mother's carbon copy and he hated that. After she died he put me in the basement, I didn't leave there until you guys came and got me. When I was four he put my sister in there with me. I took all the beating for her the best I could. I tried to protect her but I failed. Soon it wasn't just my dad doing it, it was his friends too. When i was seven i had tried to fight him off because he was going to," I pause and take a deep breath."He was going to rape me. That was the worst decision of my life, I should have just let him do it but no i had fought him and because of that my sister is dead. She was tortured right in front of me. She was begging them to stop and pleading for me to help her but I counted because I was chained to the wall. Finally after hours of listening to her screams and suffering it stopped and she was gone. They left her body with me for two months. I will never forget the smell of her rotting corpse and the look of pain in her eyes. After that day I did not fight anymore. He and his friends would come down every single day to torture me in the worst ways possible. When i was twelve years old is when they trainded me to kill and torture others. Every two days for the next eight years of my life I would kill someone. I did all of their dirty work and they got off on it. At first I told them no and let's just say that didn't go over well but slowly over time I started to enjoy it, I could take out my anger and frustration on them. I was so close to my freedom I was only two weeks away but then he sold me to you. I had a whole plan. On my twenty-first birthday I was going to escape. I would use the things I had learned and the things they taught me against them." Sucking in a breath of air I look up and see Noah with tears streaming down his face, Jack's eyes swarm with fury and sadness, and Damien has tears in his eyes that have yet to fall. "Please don't pity me, that's the last thing I need." i say. I hate pity.
"We could never pity you, love."Noah says through light sobs. My heart breaks. They must think I'm broken and used.
"We don't think you're a broken or used princess. You're a warrior for making it through what you did and never ever think otherwise." Damien says as if he read my mind.

Jack's pov
Anger and sadness run through my body as I take in what Nyla just told us. Her father will pay and i will smile as he takes his last fucking breath knowing that he could'nt stop it. My heart aches for what my girl had to go through. How could I ever think she was a spoiled mafia princess, I treated her like shit. Guilt swarms at the realization of how treated her.
"I need the names of all the people who dared to lay a hand on you." I speak up. Nyla will get her revenge. I'll make damn sure of it.
"I don't know their names but i do know that my dads second in command hand part in it." She says.
"We've got you princess, you're ours now and that means no one hurts what's ours." Damien says. Holy shit, that's why she was confused about the food and why she acted the way she did when she first came here. The puzzle pieces are falling into place. This explains so much.
"We will show you the world little dove, we will go anywhere and do anything you want to do, it's time you lived your life and saw the world." I promise her. I can see the exhaustion over taking her. "Rest little dove, you're safe here." I whisper to her. She lazily nods her head and lays down. I kiss her forehead as her eyes flutter shut. None of us moved, not daring to leave her side. The three of us share a look and we all silently agree on one thing.
Any one who hurt her will suffer.

Okay the problem has been fixed, again I'm really sorry I should have seen that sooner but it's fixed now