Bea Messina.
Leaving towns countless times gets tiring. Running away from a past she never could forget.
On the streets, she's known as ruthless and anything but merciful.
In the classroom, you would barely notice her, she sits in the back and ke...
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Bea Messina
Flashback
"Daddy! Please let me out! I'll do anything you want!" I scream, hoping he'll answer my pleas.
"Anything?" My father asks, walking out from no where.
I nod my head, drying the tears that have fallen down my cheeks. "Come here honey, I have someone I want you to meet." He says opening the door.
I nod and scramble to my feet to go to him. He smiles warmly, one I thought was genuine and handed me a blanket.
I wrapped it around my thin, nude body and followed him as he walked towards a wooden door.
Walking in, I see a tall man, probably in his late twenties, with his feet up on the wooden desk, "Dante, she said she'll do anything." My father says speaking to the man. Guess his name is Dante.
His brown eyes snap to mine and examine my shivering body. He runs a hand through his black hair and sighs, "Leave her here and I'll figure something out." He says in a deep, hoarse voice, pointing his gaze back at my father.
He nods and smiles devishly before walking back out the door.
When I tried to follow, Dante's huge hands wrapped around my body and picked me up off the ground.
He gently laid me down on the desk. He unwrapped the blanket and looked all over my bare body.
I tried to cover myself but he pinned my hands down to the table. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" He asks with clear mischief in his voice.
I shake my head, my twelve year old mind has no idea what he has planned for my frail body.
He smirks and leans down, licking and sucking at my neck. I try to squirm from his grip but it causes his hands to grip harder onto my wrists, I let out whimper and my eyes well up again. He trails down my stomach, kissing my inner thigh.
Bringing his face inches from mine, he leans down into my ear and whispers, "I'll be gentle honey." Nibbling on my ear lobe.
I shutter and close my eyes, waiting for what he has in store, what happened next is what my mind couldn't muster to forget.
Flashback over.
"Why don't we get you back to the house?" Weston asks in a sweet voice.
I look around and realize I'm still in the gym. I nod and he grabs my hand to help me up. The minute I step onto my legs, they turn to jello and I almost fall over again.
In a second, I'm in Weston's arms and he's carrying me. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me, bridal style, out of my house.
I pass many curious glances, I put my head into the crook of his neck to avoid having to meet any of them.
