Their Rose

Chpater 8

Vol 8.

Dahlia pov.-

I went downstairs 2 hours later when I heard voices from downstairs, I decided to go myself instead of one of my brothers coming up to get me, especially Rafael and Alessio.

I walked into the dining room when I saw some of my brothers, including my father around the table, Alessandro, Angelo, and Vincent weren't there, just the younger ones

'I wonder where they could be,' I thought to myself

I sat in between Lucio and Giovanni since there was no sitting in the middle of them it was like they saved thay seat for me, and as I made my presence known, all eyes were on me

I mean, what's up with that ? Every time I come in a room for particular they always as stare at me.

"Good morning bambina, how'd you sleep?"

"I slept good," I said, lying

Before anything else was said, Alessandro, Angelo, and Vincent walked in, "Good morning, everyone," They said at the same time

The helpers walked out with trays of food they set everything down on the table once they walked out. Everyone started to dig in

I put a little bit of everything on my plate and started to eat, but after three spoon bites, I was full I pushed my plate away from me I was about to stand up but I was abruptly stopped

"Dahlia." I looked up to see Alessandro staring at me with his cold, emotionless face

"Yes?" I questioned

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked

"What do you mean?" I said, knowing I knew what he was talking about

I didn't eat my dinner at all last night, and now that I'm already finished with my breakfast, after taking about three or four bites, they didn't expect me to be so full so fast

"You barely ate anything bambine. You should eat a little more, " Vincent spoked softly

I looked at him for a minute, without arguing back I grabbed my plate back close to me and ate the rest of the food that was on plate I felt my stomach turned after I took the last bite and I couldn't hold it anymore. I stood up, running upstairs towards my room. I went into the bathroom and picked the toilet seat, throwing up every piece that I forced to go down my throat

While I was throwing, I felt my hair being lifted up in a ponytail and my back being rubbed

"It's okay, tesoruccia there there," I heard my father say in the most fatherly loving way, something I had never experienced before

Once I stopped hurling into the toilet, I stood up weakly. I turned around to see my brothers looking at me worriedly, even Rafael and Alessio. I put my head because I felt like a messed up disaster to them when they looked at me deep down. I knew it was probably better before I came back.

"You guys can go now," I croaked

"Are you going to be okay, piccola?" Angelo asked

I nodded my head as I bit my lip and held my tears in. They all walked out, but Alessandro, I looked up in the mirror looking at him. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he walked out of my room, slamming my bedroom door I closed my bathroom door locking the door I slid down the door putting my knees closely to my chest sobbing in my arms quietly

Once I was done with my little sobbing session, I got up and turned the shower on. Even though I took a shower earlier this morning, I felt sticky and sweaty. I had vomited all over myself. I took my clothes off and stepped into the shower, letting the hot steamy water hit on my skin even after taking a shower twice. It's just that the hot water still feels unexpected, I'm so used to being of cold water

I grabbed the loofah and began to wash myself once I was done. I turned the shower and stepped out of it, wrapping a towel around me. I brushed my teeth and wiped my face with a wet cold towel

I unwrapped my towel to see how my wounds were healing up. I looked all around my body to see it bluish - purple and yellowish bruises. I turned around to look at my back, and it looked worse. My back wasn't healing at all.

I had to tell someone, but who could I tell I couldn't trust anyone? Everyone I had loved and trusted hurt me in the end. They blinded me with their words. I was scared to trust my brothers and father. I was scared they might end up like him, but I been telling myself they are not him it was all too risky

I wrapped up my cuts and wounds as best as I could

I went into my bedroom and got out an outfit that I had in my bag I never thought to unpack because I don't think I'm staying for that long

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