Louisa's POV:
I wake up to the sun shining through the bathroom windows.
I lift my head off the tiles as i recount the events of last night, i cringe trying to hold back my tears.
I use all of my strength to get myself off the ground, meeting my reflection in the mirror. Gosh I looked disgusting.
Makeup smeared, my hair was messy beyond belief.
Makeup stained my outfit. I looked like i came back from a one night stand. (i watch movies)
I reach for the handle, before remembering the extent of everything and reluctantly pull back and sit down on the closed toilet seat, looking out the window solemnly.
Not long after, my thoughts are interrupted by a pounding on the door, and then opening of the door to next pounding on the bathroom door.
"Louisa, open the door."
I don't respond.
"Louisa OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR"
I get up but instead of going to the door I stand up and stare at myself in the mirror.
This is what it has come to. My morals and self-respect demeaned to the point where I feel that of garbage. I block out the noise from the other side of the door... that was the first time I'd ever been kissed. and i don't feel magic I feel embarrassed.
As I lose myself in the mirror. My reflection. My appearance.
I only am nervous when I hear the door breaking off its hinges. Still, I don't dare turn around. Or say a word.
I continue to stare and stare.
That's when I see him enter the reflection.
This is so embarrassing. I feel angry and disgusted. I want to disappear into the ground.
He doesn't say a word either. He reaches out to grab my arm
"Loui—"
I whip around and brush past him.
Clearly, even my bathroom isn't safe from predators.
I make a beeline to the bed and tuck myself under completely. My face buried in the pillow. I let out silent tears.
This isn't how life should be lived. I thought it couldn't get worse without my father, but life doesn't let me find happiness anywhere.
It's then that I feel a weight shift in my bed.
For fuck's SAKE can HE LEAVE ME ALONE?
I turn around and throw the covers off myself, and see him there, sitting with a falsified sad look.
He tries to speak again.. but I interrupt
"Get out"
I say--barely audible
"W-what," he asks
"I said Get Out."
He looks shocked, then almost threatening. He looms over me, clearly unable to handle someone else's commands. I don't cower.
"GET OUT" I scream as loud as I can.
"LEAVE ME ALONE, i HATE YOU, I HATE BEING HERE. AND ID RATHER BE A PUNCHING BAG FOR MY fatheR AT HOME THAN SEE YOUR FUCKING face FOR ANOTHER SECOND. YOU MAKE ME HATE LIVING. SO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ROOM NOW!!!!" I screech. Panting from the lack of breath in between.
tears streaming my cheeks, all the frustration is coming out now.
He doesn't say a word and turns for the door. Slamming it, and with that, I hear a lock.
Fine, I'm a prisoner anyways.
24 hours later
it became clear that I won't see freedom... ever.
right after Hugo stormed out two burly men who I've never seen before came in, I knew then, If I didn't end up dying right there, it wouldn't be long before I did.
I didn't protest. I gave up. I knew it was the end. I knew there was no hope. and the hope I had was misplaced.
I could tell both men were surprised I hadn't put up much of a fight. I just hung my head low as they tightly took one arm each, walking me to wherever this sick fuck got off at miserable people. it was like that of Salem, during the witch trials.... the paranoid dumb folks would enter your home guns a-blazing' not taking no for answer. they would lock you up and throw you onto a cart where you stood in the night wondering what your fate was. but they knew it the second the first woman was accused and hung. all innocent, dead at the hands of ruthless men.
it wasn't long before I felt the air change, it was darker, mustier... more suitable to what I expected in the first place. they exchange glances before pushing me in and locking the door.
5 hours later
I never thought i would end up like this. hell, i choose not to think of where i end up. because i fear it'd be a ditch.
i can hear my stomach erupt in volumes. im so hungry i can hardly move my arms.
few moments later a familar face is in view, carrying a plate of food, with a sorrowful look on his face.
Ricco...
- he seems the most normal of the bunch, the most sympathetic or human at least.
he opens the metal sliding slot and slips a dish onto the surface, standing there expecting me to take it But before he removing his hand waiting for me to take the dish— instead i shoot my small wrist through the slot, grabbing his wrist and with all of my strength and pulling him towards the door. Which was easy considering how caught off guard he was.
Once his face met the other side of the metal bars, i leaned in. And left him a message
"If this is Hugo's way of making guests feel at home, then he sucks—
I almost let go of his wrist before adding something else
"ALSO, tell him to go fuck himself-and that if and WHEN i get out if this hellish disaster, I'm going to kick him in the nuts and break his nose"
Ricco stared at me frustrated off.
Yanked his arm away and walked off disappointed
Fuck, now i ruined the relationship with someone who may have valued my life in the slightest.
I eye the food and grudgingly sit back on the ground, i inspect it, then decide, Fuck it-let me starve instead.
I hurl the the plate at the wall watching it shatter phenomenally. The shards fly, scattering the ground. After a few moments I decide to stuck a shard of the glass in my left pocket.
you never know
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The Liability
Storie d'amoreLouisa grew up under her father, a mobster who is dangerous and capable of destruction. Her mother having died when she was young results in her being raised in an unhealthy familial environment. However, when a heist at her house ensues, she is fac...
