*Marzia's P.O.V*
Mandy spilled everything. Everything from her parents abusing her for money, to her friends who were going through the same thing. I couldn't bare listening to all of it as it enraged me. I felt my body heat up as every sob left her mouth when she described her parents beating her until they drew blood all because her smile wasn't wide enough for pictures.
Hearing that people mistreated my friend - my closet friend who I tell everything - made me curl my fist and clench my jaw, holding back the urge to go back to her house and beat the utter crap out of her parents. Actions like those - punching your child, starving your child, putting your only daughter's life at risk for money is just inhumane, and the fact that there are two other people are going through the same thing as her disgust me to the core.
Mandy took a sip of the tea that I made her as I paced around the room, trying to process everything.
"How long has this been going on for?" I asked.
"A few months after I turned fourteen." She heaved out a helpless chuckle while my eyes shot open wide. This has been going on for three years? I could feel steam coming through my ears and nose as my face started to get red.
"Three years?" I asked and she nodded her head lightly. I shook my head violently and paced around the room faster. I couldn't control my anger anymore. "Your mom and dad have been abusing you for three years?" I couldn't believe it. The two people who are supposed to love and care for her, especially since they have no other child than her, are doing the exact opposite. Anger couldn't even describe how pissed I was feeling right now. Hatred the word I was looking for.
"Mandy, I...I'm in so much anger I- I don't even know what to say, but-" I reached a kitchen wall and instantly jammed my closed fist, making a hole in the beige wall. I pulled my hand back out and there was only a small scratch. Shit....I'll fix that later. I was filled with hatred to the point where I couldn't even control my own body. It was scary. Even the troubled girl on my couch looked at me, stiff in her seat at she was now scared.
"Shit." I mumbled and jumped over the couch to sit beside her. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a tight hug, "sorry I scared you. I just- I seriously have anger issues that I need to figure out. But this can't slide for another day. Tomorrow," I turned her so she can face me. Mandy took a sip out of the red mug before putting it back on the coffee table.
"We're going down to the police station to file a report. I don't give two shits on what you say, I don't care if you beg me to stay silent, I'm going down there as you need to be free from this hell and those shitty parents need to be disciplined. And since I and (Y/N) might literally kill them if we do it myself, we have to let the law discipline them."
"But-" She cut through my words, but I was quick to overpower her and shut her up. Not that I'm taking advantage of the fact that's she's been overpowered and manipulated by her parents, but I don't want her to stay in that head space where her parents will rip her if I say something. Especially when she's safe with a person like me.
"But nothing. Tomorrow, I'm at the station. Right now, all I need you to do is rest, eat, wash up, do whatever you need to do to get back to your senses. I'm no doctor, but I'll give you whatever you need so you'll be able to function properly tomorrow. Go raid my fridge, I'll go heat up your bath." I got up and was about to quickly run to the washroom until I heard sniffling from behind me. I turned around to see waterfalls coming from the fragile girl's chocolate brown eyes. A bright smile lined her face as sobs slowly started to fall from her mouth. She wiped her tears on the thick black blanket that laid on her shoulders, her smile never going anywhere.
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