SWITCHED ✔️

CHAPTER 12

MENTION OF ABUSE**

"NO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, I'M S..SS.SORRY, I SO S..SORRY, " I begged and begged it felt like it had been going on for hours. 

At this point, my wrist had snapped and I felt a familiar pain when James and his best friend broke my leg when I was 8.

In my desperate attempt not to provoke James further, I clenched my teeth to suppress any signs of distress while gingerly securing my wrist, hoping to minimise the searing pain. Lost in this struggle, I failed to notice James' hand hurtling towards my face. In an instant, before I could react, it collided with my nose, sending shockwaves of pain through my entire being. The sudden impact echoed in the room, marking a harrowing moment of both physical and emotional turmoil.

The ringing in my ears seemed so close and yet so far away. My vision was going in and out, and I couldn't breathe.  

I grabbed my nose with my okay wrist, the blood kept oozing out it wouldn't stop. 

"WHAT DID YOU SAY? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE THE SOUL TO ADDRESS ME WITHOUT SIR?" my heart sinked, how could I have been so foolish?

"I can't wait till she's older and can handle us properly," James' best friend Henry remarked, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The words cut deeper than any physical beating I had endured, leaving an ominous weight in the air, laden with a disturbing anticipation of what the future might hold.

I was 8.

I jolted awake from the nightmare, engulfed in a disorienting sense. My breathing laboured heavily, and my body was drenched in a hot sweat—kinda shocked I didn't piss myself. The relief of not having succumbed to that particular humiliation was overshadowed by the lingering fear. 

It took my a couple minutes to figure out my new surroundings. I saw the sunset from my new room peaking in, I picked my phone to see the time, 4:50 am. 

Way too early, after some time I tried to go back to bed, no luck. After dinner last night, Mila gave me my new school uniform and other things she insisted I take for school. She insisted I hang around and come to the first floor where my brothers were messing around. I politely refused since I hadn't slept probably in the past two days. 

After my failed attempt to go back to bed, I got up and decided to get ready, it was 5am around this time. Mila said I need to be ready by 7: 15 am. 

I rolled out of bed and headed straight for the shower. Thankful as fuck that I had a bathroom all to myself in my room, so I didn't have to navigate the chaos of sharing with 11 other males. 

While showering I forced myself to ignore my nightmare, James has no clue where I am. He doesn't even know he has Belle as a daughter. I had to remind myself.

I suppose knowing he isn't my father, makes more sense why he was okay with touching me in places a father should protect his daughter from being touched. He's a monster, if I get my hands on him I will kill him. I pray when the fucker comes into my life I'll have enough strength to face him and not run like last time, like a coward I once was. 

After my shower, I brushed my teeth I put my uniform on, it fit perfectly. A crisp white blouse with delicate lace details on the Peter Pan collar pairs seamlessly with a pleated thigh-length skirt. A navy blue blazer, adorned with the school's crest, features slim lapels and gold-trimmed buttons, exuding sophistication.

There was knee white length socks with black shiny shoes, not too fancy but still enough to sprinkle some extra confidence. I felt like some teachers pet that sleeps with the oldest professor I could find. 

Anyways for hair while it was still wet I added some curl cream and a touch of hair oil I had left in my makeup bag I packed. I need to buy a diffuser, my old one was basically broken, it was second hand and always caught on my hair. I just couldn't justify buying a new one, maybe i'll get a job around here somewhere. 

I tried to scrunch my hair and let it air dry while swishing it around, after five minutes I began to get a headache from all that movement so early in the morning. That's my sign to move on to makeup. 

All I'd done was some concealer under my eyes, little bit of contour against the higher points of my cheek, and a little bit of highlighter. 

I took a couple hair ties, and packed the stuff Mila gave me in the fancy bag. It mainly consisted of school books, a pencil case, an umbrella and a water bottle. 

I'd spent the rest of my time, scrolling on my phone. I texted Elena asking if she can call. 

Last night I'd come to the conclusion, maybe I shouldn't have ignored what happened on facetime, especially since Elena looked terrified hearing my parents named. I realised she knows them. It shouldn't have taken me so long, but people are blind with the ones they love. 

So my objective for today is to find out who the fuck switched me at birth, what is Elena hiding, find out what crawled up Elijah ass and died oh and first day at a new school. 

Back to Elena, she replied saying she was too busy with training. Which reminded me that I'd have to continue training somehow, I recall it being incredibly difficult for my adopted mother to find a a centre originally, the centres we went to were highly classified. I'm pretty sure some of the kids their were apart of the mafia, and some adults were undercover spies. I swear Elena used hang out with the kids I swore were in the mafia before we met. We only started hanging out after we found out we went to the same school. According to her she just said I "seemed familiar" and wanted to talk to me. 

Maybe she knew my mum and recognised her in me. 

The training centre was like all our second homes, it was just like tutoring. They can give you the skills to do anything but it's up to use those skills. After we left James in secret, I was broken, terrified he would return. Training and messing around with my knives were my life. Any extra time I'd have was used to perfect anything we learnt or studied at training and using them to my advantage. 

While I was making scenarios up in my head as to what I would do if that motherfucker ever came back, I realised the time. It was 7am. Well I guess it's time to go to school.

CHAPTER 12 COMPLETE!!

BTW this training center taught them to hella smart, an exceptional in literally everything. 

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