Ronny

Chapter 39

Adelina Celine Torres

"I'm sorry" tears form in my eyes as Papa wraps his hands around my throat.

"You're sorry?" He almost laughs, "I gave everything to Avery to be successful." He drops me from his grasp and I fall to the floor, gasping for air.

He lands a kick directly onto my stomach, then another.

"You will not see him again." Papa seethes, squatting next to me and talking down to me. "I will not let you get in the way of Avery's success."

I gather all of my courage to sit up, "Papa you said you would approve of us." I say, my throat hoarse and tears streaming down my face.

"He never gave Avery a fair shot." Papa hisses at me, picking me up by my hair. "See him again and I will give you away to Marcus." He threatens me, punching me across the face and dropping me to the floor.

I stay there for what feels like hours.

I had just got home from the airport. Ron had dropped me off.

My packed suitcases are still at the front door from when Papa stormed over to me when I walked in.

Fourth time he has hurt me.

I pick myself off of the floor, my stomach feeling like he rearranged my organs when he kicked me. Lugging my suitcase upstairs, I lock my door behind me and sit on my bed.

Lifting up my shirt, I frown when I see my stomach is already bruising pretty badly. Great.

I force myself to get off my bed and go to my bathroom to wipe my bleeding lip. I miss Nick.

He is out of town helping with Avery's friend's case, and doesn't get back for another week and a half. Aaron just dropped me off and I'm sure he wants a little space from being with me for a whole week, so I decide to just wallow in sadness by myself.

And with Wally.

I run over to his tank, having completely forgotten he existed if I'm being honest.

Nick has been feeding him while I was gone, before he left this morning. Nick refused because he didn't approve of me going to Greece with Ron, but when I left he promised he wouldn't let Wally die.

"Hi Wally." I say, "Missed you bud." I tap the glass of his tank. He's a good fish.

The rest of the night I spend watching random Disney movies alone in my room, occasionally drifting off to sleep.

I miss Ronny. I want him to be here, giving me hugs as I fall to sleep or a sassy remark when I try to spoon him.

I have zero intention of not seeing him again like Papa wants.

Tomorrow I will ask him to hang out. But my lip is busted and I am 99% sure I will have hand marks on my neck from Papa. Maybe I will ask him to hang out Wednesday instead. I should be healed up by then.

I roll onto my stomach and take out my phone to see a text from him.

Goodnight.

I look at the time to see it's already midnight.

Nighty night Ronald.

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"That's all." I say to Alyssa who has her mouth hanging wide open at the trip recap I gave her. "Oh my gosh you got all down and dirty with him!" she squeals.

"That is all you got out of my twenty minute information dump?

It has been four days since I got home from the trip and I have dodged Ronny for all of them. My throat is very bruised up and my lip looks like I got injections. Today is the first day I woke up looking decent, and I am at lunch with Alyssa.