Forbidden Lovers

01| lonely December nights

ARABELLA

I'm sitting on my warm cozy bed, admiring the snowflakes as they fall down slowly. It is a cold December night in New York. Snow filling the traffics, i watch the different types of cars driving through the snow.

My cup of hot chocolate warming my hands up as i take a sip leaving a red lipstick mark on the spot i just drank off.

It is 1:35 A.M, and i'd rather admire the beautiful moonlights shining through my window, the snowflakes falling slowly through the whole city. I'd rather spend my hours watching and staying up late instead of getting some rest.

The comfort i feel at nights, especially during winter is lovely. Especially when my Uncle and Aunt are asleep. My parents died when i was just a little girl. My mother died when I was four years old. And my father died eleven years after her death.

Since then, i'm living with my uncle and his wife. My uncle looks similar to my father. Most of the time i see my father in him, only by looking at him. But when he starts to speak—

Then the image of my father is gone.

My uncle never treated me like his niece. He and his wife started abusing me since i moved in with them. They both hated me— still hate me. They force me to find a man to move out so they won't have to deal with me anymore.

My heart shatters every time.

It's like they take out an already broken glass and still manage to smash it on the floor. That's what they did with me. That's what they still do with me. I pray every night, every daylight. Every moonlight that i will escape them both one day.

I'm praying for my freedom.

I don't need a man to free me from them. All I need is myself. Love does not exist like in the romance books i read.

That's what I thought.

                                      
                                        ☾

I wake up to banging against my door. I flinch at the sound of my Aunt yelling my name as she comes in yanking the covers of me.

» Get up. Now.« She demands, her voice harsh and cold, not a single love or affection in it.

I slowly sit up on my bed as i turn to face her rage filling face. Before i could apologize for oversleeping she slaps me across the face.

I don't make a sound. I do not whimper, i do not gasps. I just take the pain in, blinking back the tears.

She suddenly yanks me back by my hair, her face close to mine. I can feel her breath on my burning cheek as she looks at me with nothing but hate and disgust in her eyes.

» God your so pathetic. So pathetic.« She says, disgust filling her voice as she looks at me. She throws the covers on the floor as she yanks me by my hair with her.

She pushes me in front of my big mirror, her tight grip not leaving my hair, as she begins to whisper against my ear.

» Look at you.. what do you see?« She asks, waiting for my response. I can't bring myself to say a word. My lips tremble as i don't break eye contact with myself.

She keeps talking.

» Do you want to know what i see? I see a weak little girl, not a woman no, amore. Look at you. È così che chiami una donna? Pathetic.« She says in a whisper, looking at me through the mirror.

She lets go of me walking towards my big wardrobe and pulling out some clothes for me.

A dark red dress with matching black heels.

» W-What are these for? It's 10:24 A.M« I ask in a whisper.

She rolls her eyes at me frowning.

» Stupid girl..« She whispers under her breath as she comes closer to me.

» Do not question me, Arabella. Get dressed. Be ready in ten minutes.« She says in her slightly italian accent.

Unlike my uncle my aunt has an italian accent.
She has dark long hair, deep ocean blue eyes. Big natural red lips.

She's beautiful.

I nod as she walks out closing the door behind her. I groan to myself, i walk into my own bathroom washing my face with cold water. After that I quickly brush my hair and my teeth.

I come out of the bathroom taking of my shirt, pjama shorts and my bra off. I quickly get dressed.

I put on some red lipstick, lipgloss, mascara and perfume on. I glance at the mirror in front of me admiring the dress.

Admiring myself.

I steal a quick glance at the mirror as I slowly make my way out of my room. I walk down the stairs as i see my uncle and aunt already waiting in the Car.

» Miss Arabella,« The private driver says, opening the door for me and helping me to get in the car.

My aunt is sitting next to me applying some lipgloss. My uncle is at the passenger seat. He's dressed in an expensive dark blue suit. His light brown hair is styled, he wears an expensive watch on his left wrist.

I clear my throat as i speak.

» Where are we going?« I ask, trying not to worsen their bad mood.

My uncle sighs, but he ignores me not answering my question as he looks out of the window.

I keep silent till the rest of the car ride. I look outside of the window admiring the Cold December day.

The cold has frozen their hearts.

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