Arabella D'Angelo is just a shell of a girl, a mere presence floating through the halls of her Los Angeles home. Her once bright grey eyes and sunshine-like spirit was crushed by the weight of her abusive parents.
Living in a constant state of fear...
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As the bright sunlight fell over my face, I peeled my eyes open and let out a groan. I had fallen asleep on the floor last night and my back was aching. Blood rushed into my head as I stood up too fast and felt my head spin. Shoot.
I quickly sat down on the bed and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the pounding in my head. This always happened whenever I got up too fast. My vision always darkens and I start to see black stars in my vision.
I sigh in relief when it goes away after a few minutes. I bit back a whimper when I stood up and stretched my arms a bit. The pain in my ribs got even more worse, if that is possible.
I get into the bathroom and make my way infront of the long mirror. I bite my lower lip to stop the tears from falling when I lifted my shirt up. My stomach was littered in black and blue bruises. It looked like a painted canvas.
My eyes went to my ribcage area, where my bones were starting to stick out a little. Killian was right. I actually looked so bad. I looked like an ugly skeleton, just like Yvette taunted me the other day.
I wipe the tears away harshly and swallow the big lump in my throat. I didn't want to cry again. I was tired of crying, tired of being so weak. I wish I could fight back when they hurt me, but I couldn't. I just just couldn't.
I drop my shirt back and step back from the mirror, knowing well my ribs were infected. They had a yellow-ish kind of color. But, what could I do? I can't tell my brothers or let them find out about this. They would disgust me if I tell them what happened that night. They already hate me enough, especially Killian.
I soon splashed some water on my face and wiped it with a towel. I had dark circles underneath my eye and looked like a zombie.
I quickly move away from the mirror and out from the bathroom. The more I would look in the mirror, the more I would point out my flaws.
I shove my hand inside my bag and pull out a small bottle which had my painkillers. I wouldn't last a day without them. Thankfully, I got to stole them from dad's bedroom last week. My parents never allowed me medicines so all I could do was steal some painkillers from their bedroom.
I frown when only one pill drops from the bottle. How did it get finished so fast? My mind went on a frenzy as I thought about what would happened now. Where will I get painkillers from? I can't ask the brothers because they will be suspicious of me, I can't let them find about my secret.
Another painful throb came in from my ribs, making me ignore my blaring thoughts and swallow the pill dry. I would think about that later. For now, I have to take it or else I will faint from the pain.
