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: "How about we ask Alessia which of her brothers should wear a red tie?" Dad spoke calmly amongst the chaos.
"Yeah, why not," I agreed, and we all matched up the stairs towards her room.)
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After a few hours, two things happened.
1) Darius went home to get ready
2) My dress was finally finished.
And I have to say, I am impressed with myself; It is absolutely stunning.
As I admired the dress, I heard the sound of elephants rushing up the stairs. They were definitely coming to my room.
I quickly stuffed my dress into the wardrobe and shut it tight. Walking towards the door, I stood behind it with my hand on the handle. The noise stopped right outside my door.
I bet they are just standing there deciding who would open the door. Honestly some people.
I swung open the door.
And surprise, surprise. There they were, their backs turned to me and were discussing who would open the door and what they would say.
"So you knock on the door Alessandro," Dad said.
"Wait, hold on. Why me?" He asked.
"Because your the oldest," Matteo said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Wait, why do we have to knock?" Stefano questioned.
Everyone simultaneously face palmed themselves. They had probably said this multiple times.
"It's s a girls room, we can't just barge in," Vicenzo softly spoke.
They are struggling so much. Poor boys.
I cleared my throat.
"Anything I can help you with?" All eyes snapped to mine so fast, I thought that they might have had whiplash.
"Uh, no this is our um meeting place! Yes, meeting place," Dad frantically said, waving his arms about and gesturing to random things.
"Uh huh, okay," I started to close the door slowly.
"WAIT!" Andreas yelled.
"Yes?"
"We actually wanted to ask you something," He began. "So urm, because you are wearing a red dress, which one of us should wear a red tie?" He nervously asked.
