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Aria Valentina Romano. A 16 year old beauty. she's a smart, kind, loyal girl who everyone loves.
Aria has gone through torture and abuse daily.
when Aria finally had enough and killed her stepfather out of self-def...
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ARIA'S POV.
Suddenly, I flinch. hard.
This does not go unnoticed. My Father gives me a look of worry while Elijah Looks angry but quickly hides it.
"Aria, are you okay?" My 'father' asks me.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Can we go now, please?" I ask my da- Roberto.
did I almost call him dad?
No. I didn't.
it was a mistake.
Am I really arguing with myself right now?
Shut up.
"Aria?" ...
"Aria! are you okay?" Elijah asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Oh - oh yeah, I'm alright." I reply, giving him a small nod, not making eye contact.
I abruptly stand up and wince, completely forgetting about my ribs that are probably broken. They both give me a worried look, which I quickly brush off.
"Okay, let's go now, come on." My father says.
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Once we make it on the jet- yes, they own a whole ass private jet. They're rich rich. I'm now stuck in my thoughts.
Are they going to be like Matt?
Will they sell me like mom did?
Will they hurt me?
I slowly start to drift off but keep my eyes open, unsure of if I'm safe to sleep, Elijah whispers in my ear, "Go to sleep, principessa, you're safe now."
oh, how I wish I didn't.
Flashback
Little Aria's POV. 8 years old.
I woke up yawning, looking out the window at the blue sky, not a cloud in sight. I'm so excited. Today is my 8th birthday!!
Mommy said she has a surprise for me, I can't wait!
I wonder if it's a princess party?
Will my best friend be here?
After thinking of what the possible surprise might be, I jumped up out of bed and quickly brushed my long, butt length hair. Mommy said my hair makes me very beautiful.
I open my door and go look for Mommy.
"Mama?" I call out to her.
I start walking down the stairs and see white powder on the kitchen table. I wonder what it could be.
"Mommy?" I call out to her again, hoping to get an answer.
I look on the couch and see Mommy with a man. she has her nose to the white powder.
