Alessandra Romano- Living with her drunken and sometimes abusive father, she's accepted that her dreams will never come true. That's until, she's sold to Nicolas De'angelo.
Nicolas De'angelo- The cold business man by day and Mafia leader by night, i...
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TW: MENTIONS OF RAPE
I zone out, my mind anywhere but here. The running water in the faucet provides background noise as I stare at my face in the mirror.
My head was still covered with a bandage that will be removed in a few weeks, my face look traumatized but most of all my eyes, my eyes looked lifeless.
"Are you ready?" I flinch at Abby's voice.
I nod, turning of the faucet and returning to my room.
Nicolas was already at the door, my bags in hand while Luca left to fetch the car.
After five days of sleeping, eating or simply existing, I was finally getting to leave this place. I rather not be around Nicolas right now but I have no choice.
I block my eyes from the sun as we stepped out of the hospital. It was the first time in days that i'd seen the outside world.
"Careful." Nicolas holds my arm, guiding me into the car. I look away, unable to look into his eyes.
After all, he's the reason i'm in this position.
The entire ride home, I kept my gaze out the window, busying my mind by counting every tree we drove past. Even though I faced away from everyone, I still felt their stare. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable since I understand their worry.
The car enters through the huge black gates and slowly comes to a stop outside the mansion.
Nicolas stands near as I walk up the few steps, my hands clutching the railing as tight as possible.
"My baby!" I hear Mary shriek as the door opens.
She holds my cheeks in her warm comforting arms before looking at my injuries. Tears fill her eyes as she carefully wraps her arms around me. "I'll make your favorite dessert."
For the first time in days, I smile. "Thank you." I whisper.
Ever since that day, I can't bring myself to speak normally. I feel as if I have no energy to do simple tasks. It hurts when I walk or when I simply lift a glass of water.
Abby helps me walk up the staircase and into my bedroom.
"We'll check on you later, okay? Get some rest." She hugs me before silently leaving.
I lean against the bed frame, bringing my knees unconsciously up to my chest. Wrapping my arms around my body like a hug, I stare at the wall in front of me.
Tears stream freely down my face as I think about how dependent I am on others. I can barely walk. I have never felt this helpless in my life.
I can't help but break out in sobs. I can't help but wish I was up in the clouds with my mother. She would have her arms wrapped tightly around me while whispering sweet nothing's into my ears. Exactly the way she did it when I was a child. We would stay like that till I calmed down. After, she would take me to my favorite ice cream shop and get me ice cream.
Oh, how I would trade everything in the world for her hugs and ice cream trips.
The door opens and soon I feel Nicolas's presence.
"Alessandra- I am so sorry." He begins.
"Get out." I whisper, clutching my sweater in my palms.
"Don't push me away." He tries to touch my arm but I move away.
"Don't push you away?! You're the reason i'm in this condition." I manage to shout.
"I know, and for that, i'm so sorry." He pleads.
"Sorry isn't going to take away the trauma I went through." I finally look at him.
"I promise to never to something that shitty again. I'll never leave your side." He kneals next to the bed.
"WHERE WERE YOU WHEN HE DRAGGED ME AROUND NAKED? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN HE SMASHED MY HEAD INTO THE TOILET? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN HE RAPED ME? HUH? WHERE WERE YOU?!" I scream, more tears streaming down my face.
"He?" Nicolas stands up, his face more serious.
I laugh. "Ofcourse that's the only thing you heard."
"Alessandra do you know him?" He tries holding my hand.
"Get. Out." I grit.
"I need to know who he is." He doesn't budge.
"GET OUT!" I scream, pointing to the door.
"Aless- Get the fuck out Nicolas! You've hurt her enough." Abby walks in, cutting him of.
He sighs, looks at me one last time before turning away and walking out.
I sob into my bestfriend's arms as she comforts me.
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I actually teared up writing this. Anyways, if i'm feeling up to it, I might update later today.
