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...
(Trigger: Abuse, Injuries,) (Recap: Just then my alarm went, it was 5:59pm. I walked out of my room, and ran down the stairs without making a sound and stood outside the dining room doors.) ————————————————————
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My blank face made its famous appearance, as always. It's like a default for my face.
I burst through the doors, and confidently walked down to the empty seat next to Stefano and Matteo.
"Good evening," I said.
I kept my words as blank as possible. I got a few mumbles of 'Good evening,' back. Just then, some maids rushed into the room and started putting plates onto the table with them fancy metal things on them. Everyone took the cover off, and I proceeded to do the same. It was a bowl full of pasta.
I love pasta. It's one of my favourite things to eat. Others started to eat their food like monsters. Whilst me, and the older 3 waited for Dad to eat first. After he took a bite of the pasta, we all dug into the food.
It was heavenly.
I'll have to remind myself to thank the chef. The sauce was swirling with flavour and the spices lingered on my tongue. The pasta itself was splendid. My words alone cannot even begin to describe it. I successfully managed to chow through 3/4 of the plate before I became full. My brothers on the other hand- They were on their third plate by now. I started to stare off into space, as I placed my knife and fork to the side of my plate. ———————————————————— It's coming up soon. I will probably need to go visit them. I have to buy the flowers! What was it again? Ah yes, roses, baby's breath, forget-me-nots, carnations, peonies and jasmine. I'll have to collect them in a couple of weeks. ———————————————————— Someone is waving their hand in front of my face.
That person is dying for a nose-job.
I snapped into reality and grabbed the person's wrist . I followed the hand to the person, Giovanni. I quickly let go of his wrist.
"Whoops, sorry,"
"Stella, we have been calling you for 2 minutes," (Star)
"Really?!"
I must have been thinking very hard then. My head hurts now, from thinking too hard.
"Yes," Andreas answered this time, he looked a bit bored, or fed up.
Does he not like me or something? Everyone likes me, he's clearly broken.
I'd like to send him back to his manufacturer, someone stuffed up.
I chuckled to myself. I make myself laugh sometimes.
"What's so funny?" Andreas asked.
"Nothing," I said, making any emotion that was previously there, disappear, as though it was never there.
