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 were bad.

It hardly stops.

Cynthia and Ruby have been helping me out getting clean whenever he would shoot me up. Cynthia acts... Strange around me. Even now.

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? 30 days? Believe me. Do it. Believe me.

Enzo zipped up his fly, immediately grabbing his phone and walking out of the room as I shifted around on the velvet bedsheets before sitting up and bringing 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. I used to feel appreciated.

That's 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, and my whole plan flicked through my head, my escape.

"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 sneakers. I stared at the laces for a minute, biting my nails. I had completely forgotten how to tie them. I haven't worn proper shoes... In god knows how long.

"Let's go." Enzo grabbed my wrist, keeping a tight hand on it before leading me out to his car. I slid into the passenger seat and sat down, 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 face into the dashboard. The pain was reoccurring 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 like rot.

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. He doesn't think so. He thinks it's progress." I sighed, removing her hand before pulling them both to the side.

Everything felt so dull.

"Well, let's 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.

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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. I looked at him quietly before heading out to the lounge.