𝐒.𝐋.𝐔.𝐓 ★★ T.K

chapter thirty.

★𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛.

𝐅 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀

the past few weeks were torture.

yet, I thought the drugs and rape was bad.

Cynthia and Ruby have been helping me out with most of my urges to just go jump off a fucking cliff. cynthia acts.. strange, around me.

I've been in and out of the club for weeks. the men, the money all going to enzo, the assault, nothing was the same.

the amount of needle marks in my arm, the bruises, the cuts, all of that in a month? better believe it.

Enzo zipped up his fly, immediately grabbing his phone and walking out of the room.

I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest.

all I wanted was tom's arms around me again. to hear his voice. to feel his hands on my body once more.

Thats it. just that, and nothing more.

"get ready for the club. we're going to a race afterwards." Enzo walked back in, still staring at his phone.

I slid off the bed in complete silence, pulling up my thong, and then my jean skirt. I grabbed my jacket, zipping it up.

"Tom will be at the race." he continued.

I zoned out.

"any funny business. any at all, and I'll dose you until you're a fucking vegetable. you'll be nothing. just like your mother."

I bit my inner cheek, pulling on my converse. I stared at the laces for a minute, biting my nails.

I had completely forgotten how to tie them.

I havent worn proper shoes.. in god knows how long.

"lets go." Enzo grabbed my wrist, keeping a tight hand on it before leading me out to his car.

I got in, staring at the blood on the dashboard.

he was racing the other night, never let me put on my belt and ended up smashing my dace into the dashboard. the pain was reoccuring in different methods. a backhand, a punch, sometimes his friends, it was different each time.

It was to the point where i was a whole different person.

I had my hair straightened, contacts, and a shitload of makeup to cover my 'Fiona Rosso' Identity.

I didn't have my attitude. not the one that everybody knew me for, but the one where i don't have any energy to decline.

It was growing on me.

letting people do what they want to me because i feel that i can't stop them anyway.

I rubbed my bruised nose bridge, sighing before the car stopped. I got out, closing the door and following behind Enzo into the club.

I saw Cynthia and Ruby come over. Ruby sighed, looking up at me with worried eyes.

"you look like shit, fi." she whispered, putting a hand on my cheek as i put my finger to my lips.

"If he hears you call me that, he'll beat you senseless." I sighed, removing her hand before pulling them both to the side.

everything was so dull.

It was that moment in a movie where everything behind you blows up. and you sit there, thinking, what as a person defines me in this lifetime?

"well, lets get you ready then." Ruby nodded slowly, grabbing my hand as she led me over to the vanity room.

I sat down, leaning forward as she lifted my chin. she grabbed her makeup brush, and got to work.

★

I got up, sighing as i pulled out a packet of cigarettes. cynthia grabbed her lighter, flicking it as i placed one between my lips. I leaned in, watching the tip start to flame.

"thanks." I gave her a slight nod, and headed out of the room.

I looked around the club, Inhaling slowly.

"guy right there might want a dance." Enzo watched me from the lounge.

I pursed my lips, spitting on my palm before pushing the cigarette bud into the skin with a small sizzle following.

"got it." I muttered.