After being verbally, physically, emotionally and sexually abused for 10 years, Alessia Stevenson finally ended her number one problem.
Her stepfather
After being taken into custody by her real father, she is forced to live with him and her 6 older...
(Recap: "Yes Alessia, you have 6 older brothers." I choked on air.) ————————————————————
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Well someone was busy, was one not enough?
I heard Stefano trying to stifle his laughter from beside me.
"What's so funny?"
"Y-you, said-d it ou-t loud-d" He managed to reply, after all of that laughing.
He looked like a tomato now.
"Whoops," I sighed.
After a few minutes, there was some slight turbulence in the air, which caused me to be shoved rather aggressively into the back of my seat. My ribs seared with pain, and my back ached. I payed it no heed though, it's just a little pain, and I can handle it. I masked my discomfort, and waited for the descent downwards, my 'Dad', placed his computer away, and was packing up his 'business' files. When the plane landed, I squinted at the bright light, it was 9 in the morning in Italy.
Too early for this bright shit.
I let out a small yawn, grabbed my luggage and walked off the jet. Patiently waiting for my brother and father to step out, as they were taking their precious time inside. Like, what were they doing inside that was taking that long-
Right on cue, the precious princesses walked out of the jet and started walking towards a limousine. I had to speed walk to catch up to them, my trainers actually coming in handy for once. Once I caught up, I placed my things into the boot, and sat in the back, taking in the scenery through the window.
"Are you nervous Alessia? It's okay if you are," Dad was clearly trying to get me to say something as the atmosphere wasn't exactly comfortable, it was rather...
Awkward.
"No, I have no need to be nervous. Do I?" I questioned, he shook his head.
"She's exactly like the twins, isn't she Dad?"
"Indeed she is,"
"Who are the twins?" I thought out loud.
"You'll find out soon," Stefano chuckled, as did Dad, it was as though they were sharing some kind of inside joke.
I don't think I'll like them very much. ———————————————————— Through the window, the clear blue sky watched over the highly exuberant city below it. The trees were all a luscious green colour and the leaves danced as they fell to the ground. On the tree, small oranges grew, some locals were picking them off of the trees and placing them into wicker baskets, most likely hand made. I watched as a flurry of cars passed by us, and soon found that the car had abruptly stopped at my new house.
Well I don't think it could even be classed as a house at this point, it was more of mansion instead. It was gorgeous, it held a sense of familiarity in it too, I know this place like I know the back of my hand. I mean I did live there for 5 years of my life. I smelled the familiar scent of blossom trees, a scent I never thought I'd smell again. We all got out of the car, Dad in front, then Stefano, and then me with my luggage. I thanked the driver before following after them. The mahogany doors to the mansion were opened by guards as they saw us near them. They all bowed their heads in respect, and I knew why, I mean they had to, they are to be highly respected. Any disrespect towards me results in one thing, and one thing only.
