Luca

Pain

TW: ⚠️abuse⚠️

Why was the only thing I felt pain? I question this every time my father beat on me, like right now. I stay in a ball in the corner of my room as he whipped me repeatedly, whilst my mother and brother watched, they didn't care, sometimes they even joined in getting enjoyment out of hurting me. My dad owned the 3rd biggest mafia in the world, meaning we lived in quite a big mansion with many luxuries, meaning of course i didn't get anything, I lived in the cold basement as my whole family hated me, I didn't know why, nor will I ever know why, from the day I was born I was put to the side and neglected, soon learning how to defend for myself.

My father finished his torture, finally spitting on me and bending down to my position on the floor.

"Your a worthless piece of shit, the only reason your here is because I have to take my anger out on someone and it sure as hell isn't going to be my darling wife or my perfect son, now get on your knees" he spat at me.

I slowly raised from my spot on the floor, careful not to hurt myself even more. Tears stream down my face as I slowly and painfully get on my knees, looking down at his perfectly shiny boots with a few specs of my blood on them.

"Tell me you're sorry, sorry for being born and making my life a living hell" he shouted, grabbing my hair.

"I'm-im sorry dad" I cry in pain. Begging for mercy as I couldn't hold on any longer.

"LOUDER SLUT" he screamed gripping my hair tighter.

"IM SORRY DAD" I cried barely holding on, I didn't even know what I was sorry for, being born? Why didn't they just put me up for adoption then? Being annoying? They never see me apart from when they come down to the basement to beat on me.

"Don't fucking call me that" he kicked me in my stomach before letting me go and shoving me to the floor.

My whole family stood above me with disgusted looks on their faces as I sat there quivering trying my hardest to stay awake. My mother bent down forcing me to look at her as she pulled my chin up with her long claws digging into my skin.

"I wish I never had you" she spat at me.

Next my brother walked up to me looking me up and down.

"I can't wait to get rid of you, if it wasn't for you I'd be an only child and get everything I want" he growled at me.

Don't you already get everything you want I questioned in side of my head. I look at them all tears falling slowly from my eyes as I question what I did to make them hate me so much.

They all left the basement leaving me all bloodied and bruised on my own in the dark, I lay there helpless and I try my hardest to crawl into my beaten up mattress that had springs popping out everywhere, so hard until I feel my body go limp unable to move and slowly the darkness over takes me..

••••••the next morning•••••••

The sun creeping in from my small window woke me as my body screamed in pain. I groaned as I realised I passed out of the hard cement floor, my back and neck stiff.

Not only did that wake me up but so did my brother bringing me down a slice of toast and a bag.

"Father said wash up and get dressed by 6 o'clock for tonight's ball, everyone thinks we're the perfect family so don't fuck anything up!" He shouted, with a serious face.

I slowly got up looking at him with glossy eyes and reached into the bag pulling out some makeup and a light pink flowy dress with white heels.

"Hide all of that shit with the makeup and take those meds so you don't look like you're dying, you have an hour" he rolled his eyes pointing at the cuts and bruises.

I nodded and watched him walking out, having pain relief was a god send, they never give me it as they want me to suffer but I suppose todays a special occasion as we're off to a ball, they have to bring me or as they say "it will ruin our reputation of the perfect family".

I scoffed down my peice of toast and the medication hoping for the pain to subside for a while. I stand as best as I can and begin to strip off my clothes.

I walk to my smashed mirror and look at my skinny bruised and beaten body taking it in before covering all my flaws with makeup. I figured I'd start now so I have enough time as there is lots to cover. I sigh as I begin.

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After painfully covering every flaw on my body I apply a small amount of makeup to my face to hide my bags and cuts and to put a little more colour in my face.

Just after finishing I hear a shout at the top of the basement stairs.

"Get your ass up here Lily!" My mother screamed.

I sigh slipping on my heels quickly and looking at myself once more, not the best but it will have to do I think to myself before rushing up the stairs as fast as my aching body could take me.

My family turn to me looking me up and down before scoffing and beginning to walk outside to the limousine waiting to drop us at the ball. We all sat in the limousine my family as far away from me as possible.

Before the car started my mother threw a perfume at me, my favourite one that I had gotten for a birthday from a friend in school before I wasn't allowed to go to school anymore. I sprayed myself and the journey started.

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Authors note: thank you for reading the first chapter of Luca, it may seem slow at first but it's just to make you aware of lilys home life, it will get more intense and happy though!!