HATE AND DESIRES (mafia enemies to lovers romance )

CHAPTER SEVEN

Vi's pov:

I feel so much pain. I'm back in the dark room. I hav'nt eaten or slept. I want mom and dad. 

"There she is, that's Robert angel's daughter." one of the men says pointing to me.

"Please let me go........." I say weakly.

"There's just one problem, she doesn't stop asking for mom and dad. The bitch doesn't shut up."

Then one of themes comes upto me and starts hitting me ruthlessly.

"NO! PLEASE!.......STOP!" I cry. but he doesn't stop. He keeps hurting me again and again and again.

"NO! NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP!" I cry again but this time i hear a familiar voice,

" Vi! Vi! Wake up. Get up Vi. It's okay. It's okay now." I hear Alex say as he holds me in his arms.

I wake up with tears in my eyes and terrified. this is the first time in a long time I've had such nightmares. I get up and sit on the bed.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"It's 4 am." He says. I see a look of concern in his eyes for a second but then it disappears.

"I'm sorry for waking you up. This hasn't happened in a long while."

"You got these nightmares before?"

"Yes." I say. Then Melissa comes in the room with a glass of water.

"What are they about?" He asks me. "If the make you scared like that and appear frequently, then it must be serious."

"It's nothing, really." I drink the water and say hesitantly.

"Lying to me isn't going to do you any good you know." He says in a deeper more commanding tone.

"I don't think I can trust you."

"It's not about trust. I'm trying to find the reason for this. I never knew you had problems."

"They're not problems. It's a type of PTSD." I say.

Then he gives me a stubborn look. He's not budging.

I guess I should tell him. Not like he can do anything about it.
"It happened when I was 11. Me, mom and dad were going to this event but dad said he had to do something first. So we stopped the car in this dark place and dad went out with his bodyguard.
As he was gone, these men, they came upto our car and I don't know how but they were able to open our doors. The sedated me and my mother and took me.
When I woke up I was in this basement and there was this man.
He tortured me and hit me until I bled. If it wasn't for his boss's orders, he would have even raped me.
I was tied up and tortured in every way possible. This carried on for a whole week until one day, my father came looking for me and took me home. The men got away.
When I was saved I ended up in the hospital for another week. I couldn't even step outside. Last thing I saw was the place they were getting me out of. Apparently I was in the Dark Alley.
I didn't talk or get out of the house much for 5 whole years until I decided to take revenge."
I explained to him.
It's hard for me to talk about.

He looks at me for a long minute.
I wait for his reaction but he just keeps on looking at me with an unreadable expression.

Then he asks, "Do you know who the men were ?"

"No, I gave them the description of the faces I saw but it was too blurry. I don't remember much of the conversations that happened there. Just remember the torture and the day I was saved."
I say.