{𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1}
𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔
Is the girl no one really noticed. She hides her face- with all the horrid bruises present- behind a facade, and makes sure no one suspects a single thing about the hell she's met with at her home with her 'parents...
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"Eleandro please, I feel totally beter!" I beg my oldest brother, while trying to maintain my smile as best as possible.
"That's what you said yesterday and you almost fell when you tried walking without crutches." He answers in a monotone voice, making me look stupid.
"Eleandro please, I can't have a social life if I don't ever see my friends." I plead, but it looks like he won't budge. He can be so strict sometimes, and I hate it. I am fine to go to school today, even the doctor told me. The fall I had yesterday was just a little misunderstanding.
"That's why you have us." He argues. "Plus, you're still injured and we don't want it to get worse."
"Eleandro please, you can't lock me up forever, I need some freedom, I've been inside for 2 whole weeks already." I try convincing him to let me go, but his face tells me he isn't convinced even with my statements.
"I'll watch her!" Lucas now manages to chime in, and I'm so thankful in my head I atleast have someone on my side.
Because of this statement, I see Eleandro starting to doubt about my question and I almost sigh in relief and annoyance at once.
I've been pissed off at Eleandro mostly these last few days for two really good reason; The first one Is for the simple fact that I literally feel like I'm behind bars at all time, unable to get out of this house I've gotten way too bored off, and the second reason is because I'm not allowed to see Luca. I got why he couldn't move in or something, but I'm not even allowed to meet up with him since Eleandro forbid me to go outside.
The latter is not totally Eleandro's fault though, because I can imagine Luca is like extremely busy. He probably doesn't even want to make time free for me since he has so much going on in his mafia right now.
I've been rotting in my bed all day, trying my best to cheer myself up, and not think about anything that happened these past days. The consuming feeling of guilt is swirling right under the surface, making sure to make its presence known now and then, and I know if someone or something gives me a reason to think about the sin I've committed, that feeling will rise and make my mind flood over.
I can't have that, not now, not ever, and especially not now that I'm better. I'm better. I feel better. I have everything I could've ever wished for. There isn't a thing I can complain about now.
I just wonder why there's still a feeling inside of me, a feeling such filled with despair, eager to get out. But I just have to keep reminding myself I'll be okay. I'm fine. That there's always a Lifeline somewhere in the depths of the ocean, like Luca told me a long while ago. Something I've remembered until now, and something I will remember for as long as I'm alive.
••• My breath quickens and I feel my hands tingling like electricity is running trough them. A thick lump forms in my throat, and I feel like I'm unable to swallow it down or breath.
