not alone. // Adopted By The Martinez Twins

Chapter 4: hurt

⚠️️there is some self harm in this (kinda). I DO NOT encourage this. if you feel the need to do any of this, talk to someone about it and get help. you are beautiful.⚠️

Ava's pov

I got in the car with Emilio in the driver's seat.

Emilio looked at me with a smile. "Did you have a good time in school?"

Haha, I wish! Well, at least there were some good parts. I did make some nice friends!

"Yeah, it was good." I smiled the best I could through my pain.

Emilio smiled at me and started the car, beginning to drive off.

Emilio's pov

I was waiting in the parking area for Ava. I looked around and she wasn't out of the school yet. Is she okay?

Right as I asked myself that, I saw her walk out of the front doors, looking like she was in some sort of pain. I thought maybe her wounds just hurt from yesterday. But, even then, she didn't look like she was in as much pain as she's showing now.

Ava walked over to my car, and got in it. I asked how her day went, hoping she would tell me if there was something going on. Ava only said her day was good. But, something is definitely off.

I was planning on talking to her after the car ride with Ivan or something like that. So we could both hear her out and help if it's needed.

Ava's pov

I went to my room right when we got home, after greeting everyone, telling them my day was just amazing, although it was a living h*ll at certain points in the day.

I went and sat down on the air mattress I now had in my room, that used to be Ivan's before their furniture got moved in. But, Ivan told me he wanted me to sleep on his bed while he takes the air mattress in my room, until my bed comes in.

I then felt a shooting pain go all throughout my stomach, from all the wounds and bruises, causing me to gasp. I started crying as the pain took over.

I was then interrupted by my phone. It was a text from an unknown number.

The text read:
"No one likes u. It's sad that you think you can sing and its even sadder that you think you can dance just as well. You try so hard and think you're so special just because the Martinez twins say they love you. BUT YOU'RE NOT. You aren't special and they don't love you. Honestly STOP SINGING, you're horrible, worthless, ugly, and a wh*re. Your body is like a stick and you try to pull off clothes that DONT FIT YOU. I showed a bunch of people your YouTube and they start either laughing or cringing because how bad your posts are. Please do the world a favor and go kill yourself. Like omg you disgust me. Honestly just KILL YOURSELF, people will be more happy if you die I promise. I know you think this is harsh and you're probably going to tell everyone like a baby, but it's the truth. And the truth is obviously something you're not getting."

I stared at that text, rereading it over and over, crying more. Everyone's words repeated in my head.

They don't love you. Kill yourself. People will be more happy if you die. Wh*re. Sl*t. Ugly. Not good enough. Worthless. A waste of space. No one loves you. Stop trying.

I have to something. Something about me. Something about me being here when no one wants me here. People hate me. I hate myself. Everyone would be so much happier without me.

Ivan's pov

I was about to go back upstairs with Emilio until out doorbell rang.

"Did someone order pizza!?" Emilio asked, getting exited.