Chapter III
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She looks so peculiar today, was it true that
she said she was okay?
Black hair and blue eyes,
what a divine!
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Ah, weekends! 48 hours of what we call rest. There are these
words I want to free out of my chest. I decided to
grab a snack and walk around the house, I see Isabella,
my mother, kissing a woman's spouse.
Violetta silenced herself and quietly ran to her room.
It felt like her mother didn't want it but couldn't refuse.
She cried her tears, regretting. It really wasn't easy
for her to start forgetting.
A day after "the incident" she was called by Isabella.
She slowly walked downstairs, her legs still shaking.
Isabella told her to model, she had
no choice but to do so.
She modeled there with such daring lingerie,
wearing a king's crown.
All she had to do was frown.
« i saw her wearing clothes that shows her skin, i was disgusted by her mother who maintained her being this thin »
Weeks and weeks of modeling. There
was something else that no one
would be expecting.
Poor poor Violetta, her wrists with blood.
Her crying could cause a wild flood.
Mother, mother where are you going
with a child's father?
I wouldn't mind to ask,
oh wait did I bother?
I changed my clothes and quietly stalked,
curiosity strikes me when I saw an envelope they've brought.
There they were under this abandoned bridge,
where the drug dealers is what we seek.
"Why?" I thought, selling drugs to a man
who looks like a Rod.
She pulled out the file that was in the envelope,
I ran back home thinking that it was the end of it.
People were giving me stares, a man asking,
"Is that little girl okay there?"
I ran as fast as I could, causing me to bump one person to another.
Here I walk on my way to the park.
Well would you look at that, a girl who's lost in the dark.
I balled my fists, opening them I see marks.
A broken glass I see, grabbed it and traced until it left me with scars.
Cry, cry, cry Violetta.
I bet not one will save you.
Stayed here for about a solid hour, looking up seeing
the gleaming stars. She sees a man coming up to her,
she slightly gasp and slowly walked out of there.
The man had this angelic and recognizable voice,
turned to him seeing the one and only
Romeo White.
"Have you been crying, Violetta darling"
In a tone of concern.
I gulped and plastered it with a smile,
telling him it was nothing.
"Nonsense, Violetta! Don't you think I know you?"
I nod my head, confused.
He reach in his wallet and asked if I wanted food.
"I can spend my own money, Mr. White.
Now if you will excuse me
I'll be slowly walking
out of your sight."
Romeo stood there unable to speak.
Why would he even hang out with me,
a freak?
A/N:
Haii dear readers!
Uhh, i have nothing to say soo that's great :D
ANDYWAYS
If youre like uncomfortable reading my story in that particular way.
Woah there let a smol awkward and cold girl do her thing
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Mystery / Thriller------------------------------------------------ Violetta, a girl who's been hiding her secret about dozens of men sexually abusing her. Romeo White, the boy who's been crushing on Violetta, the so called weirdo and his friend. Will Romeo find out w...
