warnings: blood, scars, angst.
this chapter is more about how r managed to go to barcelona and not really about the relationship between the four off them
It had been two years, two long and dreadfull years since my brother snitched on me about my experience and i have been on house arrest ever since.
Two years, sevenhundreth and thirthy days, every day the same rule was drilled into my head, don't feel anything romantic for the same gender, be a good woman, get a husband, bear his children and do his biddings, stay at home and be a good little housewife.
Sevenhundreth and thirthy days and i still hadn't forgotten about the three woman, the three woman who had captured my heart, made me feel things i shouldn't be able to feel according to my family.
But i did still feel those feeling, those feeling made me feel safe like my arms were still wrapped around lucy's waist as we stayed in each others embraces, waiting for the sleep to consume us.
But then i was pulled back into reality, the harsh reality that i would probably never see them again.
The scars that covered my skin were a warning, a warning when i tried to escape, when i tried to find them again, but the only thing i found was my father with a whip in his hand.
An artwork, that is what he called the 'creation' he made on my back, with every whip that connected with my skin he tried to make me cry out, with every drop of blood that left my scarred back he said that i deserved it, that it was my own fault for the sin i had commited
He kept going until my uncle passed out due to the sight. Once inside, he kept screaming about how i had embaressed him again, how i could not possibly be related to him.
For the next two weeks i could not walk, sit or sleep without the aching of the fresh scars on my back, yet my fathers words turned against him, this pain i felt made me miss them even more, this pain fueled the fire inside of me, the fire that clawed against my insides, slowly making its way out, burning for revenge.
That had now been exactly two years ago, our family had expended as one of my brother's flings left his baby on our doorstep.
Me and my mother left in charge of the tiny life that we decided to name henrey.
He was the loveliest little boy, the total opposite from his father, this little boy had become the new hope in my life, a hope that i could escape from here and drag us both out of this hell hole, so that he could have a normal childhood and i could finnaly pick up the broken pieces of my life and make the best out of it.
Luck seemed to be on my side as on one pretty cold september night, a short knock echoed through my room.
When i opened it, my mother appeared from behind it, my mother and i hadn't the strongest bond, but my dislike for her was smaller then for the rest of my family.
I frown as i notice the look of sheer panick on her face, henrey seemingly asleep in her arms.
'Mom, what is it?' She looks at me with a soft smile.
'I know i am not the mother you should have had and i know i should have been better, i know this apolegy is not enough, but now isn't the right time to apolegize.' I raise my eyebrow.' You need to leave, now!' Her voice was panicked.
'I don't understand, what is going on?' My heart starts beating twice as hard as i hear shouts from down stairs.
'Your brother got into some bad bussniss, if his enemies won't kill him, your father will. And god knows who's next.' She straps henrey against me with some sort of blanket.
