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Tell them the truth- Måneskin

Sum up: You're in an abusive relationship and you're scared to look for help.
Warnings : physical and mental abuse, blood, alcohol, cursing, wounds
Word count: 5,2 k

You don't know at what moment it truly started. When you come to think about it, maybe it was from the beginning but you never realized. For your whole life you learned to tune down your emotions, learning from your parents that they were just an annoyance.
He used to be your highschool sweetheart. But it wasn't sweet anymore.
The guys didn't know him that much because he never tried to know the persons that you cared about. Not that they were many, you cut off with your family years ago.
Tonight was the worse. It was supposed to be your anniversary. He came back as his usual, drunk, wobbling a bit everywhere around the appartement. But when you tried to help him, he turned sour. He choked you against the wall, soon lifting your frail body with just this grip. You were squirming, gasping for air to enter your lungs. He snickered darkly before punching you hard in the stomach. You fell to the ground, you curled yourself into a ball and he started to throw kicks with his feet.
You lost track of time, taking every hit, your figure resumed to pain and tears. He left the apartment, leaving you bleeding on the ground. You picked yourself up and walked towards the bathroom. You were covered in bruises. You couldn't recognise yourself.
And you had a rehearsal with Måneskin the next day. How were you going to hold everything into talk without your lips quivering, to breath properly, to not break down at the first word.
Maybe you should tell them.
The next morning, he did not come back home, probably off somewhere with his pals. You tried to hide the misery with makeup and clothes. You wore a turtleneck to hide the finger marks he left from choking you. The drive was a blurry, your mind elsewhere. You only snapped out of it when you by some ways arrived in front of their shared house.
You parked your car and sighed deeply, checking if the makeup was still covering the bruise left on your jaw. You noticed that your hands were shaking on the steering wheel. You took a deep shaky breath, revising what you could say in case of questions.
You had no choice anyway. You got out of your car and took your notes for the music you were working on. You rung the bell on the front door. You heard shuffling inside, with some excited squeals that you recognized to belong to Vic.
The door swung open to reveal Thomas smiling brightly. He was pushed aside by Vic who threw herself in your arms. You winced a bit from her embrace, crushing your newly formed bruises. "Hey Cara, I missed you too." You softly spoke, brushing her hair. You hadn't seen them for over a month because they had been busy in the US for a few concerts. You only worked once a week thanks to visio.
You entered the house. "Ethan and Damiano are already in the recording room." Thomas said, following you. You nodded and took in the beautiful house. You got used to it, spending many nights with them inside : drinking, talking, playing, singing. Something you lost over the last few months because he wouldn't let you go out at night without him.
Your thoughts got interrupted when Vic spoke up. "A turtleneck? You hate these things..." Your eyes widens and you looked around, avoiding her questioning blue eyes. It was true, you hated those, you felt like being suffocated in them.
"Oh uhm- Alessio gave it to me so..." And it was true, he gave it to you for your birthday, even though he knew very well you hated wearing some. She nodded silently and directed herself towards the recording room.
You came in last and saw Damiano and Ethan on their phones next to the drums. They looked up from their screens and smiled fondly at you. "ahhh il miglior compositore della sua generazione. Ciao Bella !" Damiano exclaimed, extending his arms towards you. You carefully embraced him, not being as warm as you used to be when reuniting with him. Usually you would share bone breaking hugs. "I was waiting for you. They've been asking for you like toddlers ever since we landed last night." Ethan sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You chuckled at his desperate face.
You clapped your hands to get their attention. "So, let's go back to that note we were discussing about last week. Thomas show me how you do it."
You worked for a few with them. Damiano couldn't hit a note. "Hey Dami, open it up. Your stance is too closed. I want your head voice not your chest voice." You mimicked the stance he should take and hit the note he wanted. He nodded and repeated the same thing, hitting the note easily. You high-fived and went to see Thomas.
After three hours, you all took a break, Vic bringing some water for all of you. You were casually discussing of what happened during the time they weren't gone. "Hey wasn't it yours and Alessio's anniversary yesterday ?" Ethan asked after taking a sip of his water. You almost choked on your water, not expecting for any of them to remember that. "Ouuhhh how was it?" Vic cheered, that girl loves gossip way too much for her own good. "It was... good I guess..." You shrug and they frown a bit. You usually were more enthusiastic when talking about these kind of things. "Good ? It was a five years anniversary! It's been so long, you guys are ending game. If I were you, I wouldn't have been surprised if a ring popped out last night." Vic stated, while slouching down in the couch. That made your heart stop. You nervously laughing, rubbing the back of your neck.
"What did you two do ?" Thomas questioned you, spiking the interest of the others. You had planned for that question to come up, and the lie that you would come up with. "We spend the day hiking and then later we went to a restaurant. You know, the french one." You dismissed simply. You had looked for a lie during the way over here. And that's the only one you found plausible. You saw from the corner of your eyes, Damiano raising his brows. "Oh my mother knows the manager, it's quite fancy in there." You force out a smile, not expecting that information one bit. How could you be so unlucky. "oh that's nice. Hey, what happened during the concert. Did your pants crack again ?" You change the subject as quickly as you could.
They didn't think much about it and continued on the fact that Damiano always ends up cracking his pants.
You then went back to the recording room. You were on the other side of the glass, taking care of the sound of the recording.
You were focusing on Ethan's session but the sounds of the drums made your mind wander. Everything slowed, your breathing became more raged and deep. It reminded you of the way he banged on the door when you were hiding in the bathroom, curled up in the bath. How your hands couldn't muffle the horrible sound. Your heart beating loudly, sending hocks within your whole body. How the tears and whimpers left you without any proper control. The could tiles of the bathroom that were the only thing that we're keeping awake after he left you broken.
You felt cold sweat trickling down your back. You blinked a few times, your vision getting blurry.
"..n... /n ? ... y/n ?" You jumped at Damiano's voice coming through the mic. They were all staring at the glass where you were standing behind. "You okay ? It's been a few minutes since we've stopped playing." Really? You didn't even notice, too focused on the fact that you were starting a panick attack. That you couldn't do it anymore, yet it was everything you ever knew, you had nothing else. "Oh sorry, got lost in thoughts. Uhm- yeah, could you do the last verse again, maybe ?" They all frowned a bit, their faces showing worry. But still, they complied. Luckily they couldn't see your panicked state through the occlusive glass. You regulated your breathing, thinking about music, your happy place.
But your hands were still shaking. You didn't have time to calm down that they were already out of the room to check on how it sounded. You hid your hands under the table. "So it's pretty great but I feel we have some adjustments to do. Later. I propose to call it a day." You rambled, a thing you did when you were nervous. They frowned because they knew that you weren't in your normal state. You avoided their gaze, especially Damiano's and Vic's who could read you like an open book. They didn't want to push it, willing to ask you later.
They accompanied you to the door. "Hey, what's that ?" Thomas asked almost panicked. He was the kind to panick easily, but in that case, you knew it was serious. You turned to him, and he was in fact pointing at you, specifically at your arm. Your arm ? Shit, you forgot you had put up your sleeves before you got too hot earlier. And accidentally revealed a big bruise on your left arms. "Bella, what is that ?" Ethan asked in his worried tone. You hate seeing him like that, infact you hated to worry someone you cared about. You started stuttering, not knowing what to say. They looked at you intensely and you felt like the world was trapping in on you.
You saw yourself as a little girl, how fragile she was after your father had come home furious. How worthless she felt. She was on her own, she always had been. You're on your own, take responsibility.
"Y/n. Where did you get that bruise ?" Damiano said sternly, taking your arm with his hand to examinate it. It was quite evident, you could see from the color that it was recent. You shook away from his grip, letting go of a forced nervous laugh and putting back your sleeve correctly. "Oh, it's when I fell yesterday. You know, the hiking !" You used a lighthearted tone to reassure them as best as you could.
They looked at each other. "You...fell ?" Vic inquired, knowing it wasn't much in your nature to fall. "Yeah, luckily Alessio caught me before I could hurt myself further." Lies, just lies, only lies. You don't deserve them. You liar ! That voice inside of you was screaming. You kept a neutral composure as best as you could. You faked having a call and having yo leave quickly, biding your goodbyes in a rush. You saw in their eyes that they wanted to talk further. But you were already gone, locked in your car.